Seeing
I can't see me without a mirror
So, I listen for my heart
And I know that I'm there
I can't see my mind
For, when I look
There is nothing there
For which to hook
So, focus is
When a sight is seen
It's clean and it's pure
It has this sheen
What this means
I'm not really sure
But, my senses say
That, I've truly seen
Copyright 1995 Robert Luttrell
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