Perception Of Depth

Brown eyes

Deep searching gaze

Teeth white

 Tinged with the stains of nicotine ingested

Full lips

 Soft, sinuous

  Inside a voice

 Begs to cry out

Ears

Slightly large

Sloping lobes

 With a fissure that reminds me

  My youthful indiscretions

Skin

 Toughened

 By age somewhat darkened

 Small lines playing in the corners

He stares back at me

 Searching for words that cannot form

 Inarticulate mouth

Staring with eyes

  Cannot express

 The void of his nonexistent soul

There we stand

 Face to face

 Peering, questioning

Here we visualize one another

 Yet in vision comes sight

In sight becomes truly seeing

We see what we do not see

 Not consciously

The soul windows open

 Yet no gateway within

The portal obscured

 By silver laid light waves

Reflected in a pool

 Of viscous sand

Is he really me

 Is he who I claim to be

He is shadow

Mixed with light

Bent in sequence forming

Electrical impulses

 That fire from my rods, and cones

Nero-receptors

 Decoding dots of memories

Pictures

 In my mind reflected

We are not

What we are

Instead

We are

What we are to become

Imagination

In a pool

Of light

Shadows

Time stands still