David Hurt's - Nebulae

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by spm91212

by spm91212

Eyes,
seemingly immortalised,
forever framed
by their dark canvas.

All seeing,
All knowing.

Forever,
poised,
forever tugged,
between the invisible forces
of gravity and dark matter.

Eyes that pierce out of the darkness,
of the vast black sheath,
as if they were in psychedelic trance.

Eyes of birth and death,
chaos and order,
fear and rational meaning
and negative and positive
inspiration.

Eyes of infamous
and varied beauty...