What Eyes Do Not See While I see your face, I see not your thoughts. While I stroke your cheek, I see not your sensations. While I see a sketch, I see not the idea. While I know your beauty, I see it is skin deep. While I see the sky, I see not it's limits. While I hold this knife, I see not my own. While I see a crow, I see not it's intentions. While I think what I see, I see not what I think. While you hold my hand, you know not my love.

Who Are We What are these bodies we cling to ? How do we know they are ours ? Do they make us ? Or do we make them ? Are these one in the same, For every cell that gets replaced For every flake of skin we shed Do we change ? Or does our changing make this happen ? What are these bodies we cling to ? Who are they, and who are we ? Who are we? Who are we?