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Material eyes, material eyes,

see fluent seas through material eyes;
takes a paid vacation to realize
that material eyes always disguise:
See the hills there so green, the blue and white
splashed across the line, away from my touch;
I shut my eyelids to lock in the sight
of matterless passions before the crush:
Or crutch, I mean, like the Cross, the Pope
to the Catholic universe once comprised
of anti-imperial waves of hope,
of time too full to Materialize:
Then gentility won, and then the State;
Material eyes look with measured hate.
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