Pixelated Eyes

By JK Morris

Dive in and dig a deep hole into a fictional poetic narrative. Find out what our antisocial narrator discovers from isolation, breaking out of his shell, and succumbing to inevitable judgment from the transcendent. This ten-part poetic journey will bring you down the rabbit hole of human thought and show you not every rabbit hole leads to wonderland.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Apr 15, 2019
• ISBN: 9781796018615

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Copyright © 2019 by JK Morris.

Library of Congress Control Number:    2019902316

ISBN:              Hardcover                  978-1-7960-1863-9

                        Softcover                   978-1-7960-1862-2

                        eBook                        978-1-7960-1861-5

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Rev. date: 02/26/2019

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CONTENTS

Part 1:     Isolation and the inner voice

Part 2:     Socialization and re-discovery.

Part 3:     Little paper

Part 4:     A man so humble

Part 5:     Pixelated Jesus

Part 6:     Queen of hearts

Part 7:     Transcendence

Part 8:     Outer voice

Part 9:     The rabbit hole riddle

Part 10:   Exposing monkey

PART 1:

ISOLATION AND THE INNER VOICE

I surround myself with compressive walls and boarded windows.

I find it’s not my voice I liked all those years.

I was once the one who said: watch me burn.

Now I wish I had a reason I would say something so cold.

Confidence was hypnotic until I woke up.

Those feelings of euphoria had me going to sleep with a thought.

I surround myself with compressive walls and boarded windows.

In this house, I surround myself.

The sun goes up and down without me even greeting it.

I don’t hear much anymore from anyone,

I did this just so I could hear my