In this world but not
I begin to leave my sleep
and with eyes closed
I remember
and see beyond encumbered

with eyes closed
I reach beyond horizons
and see all things placed
with all and others safe

until they open
onto that world which is

against a world that is
so does this struggle rage
between eyes that take too much
and ones that know another

what is it to see
with what do we can see
what is it to know
with what do we can know

they argue these eyes
one against the other
which are the ones that do best see
which are the ones truly open

what is it to see
with what do we can see
what is it to know
with what do we can know

they argue these eyes
one against the other
which are the ones that do best see
which are the ones truly open

the world cries back
and wishes to be seen
and asks which eyes see better
and wonders which without the other can

the thing
why always so many feelings of the thing
the anger at the thing
the longing for the thing
the grasping of the thing

why are the thoughts
so about the thing
while the feelings within
remain where is the pain we struggle with

take away the thing
and the feelings remain
be it of a different thing
and these feelings soon return

these things
indeed they surely are
and this pain
is indeed so very real

but where is it
that all this is felt
where is it
and who remains

could that I better learn
of all that occurring in me
could that I learn
a more able me