The Seer

What is human? Is there really nothing but seeing or seen

The voice is wordless tissue

The fog from Heart of Glass

Listen to the lips, they feed you

The voice is a second flesh that cannot be seen

This body is not for vision, the seer cannot go there

But the tongue is upon for the restless

An indecipherable alphabet

Each word an island less

And we speak in tongues from

Part to parts, broke all to parts

From invisible state, to invisible state

Where do I end? In the flames or in the ashes?

My body is the end