In line of truth

 Eyes are not the only way to see,

You can see with the palms of your hands

The day before you the warmth of the sun.

You can see with the tips of your ears the alignment of the stars, the blow of the wind through the Pacific.

You can see with your ankles how the tsunami will hit, how the world will move. 

You can see with your nipples how I am everything but who I say I am.

The perception out of progression,

Sense out of nonsense.

Have I said that before? Unoriginality.

fame is injectible, considerable

as I try to break through

to try 

to make myself believe

that you can see with anything

but your eyes.