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When I look in your eyes, boy, I see.

The reflection of myself as an example of purity

I am untouched-

I hold the sanctified places

Where you neither come nor go-

Nor know

Of all my faces.



Of where I have been

Or of what I have seen

You may enter,

But  I am detached from your so called

Reality

And render you meaningless

To me.

As thin as sand

When I am the sea.



Crashing, and flowing

Rising, and blowing



I lift myself above the ash you make of me.