The gift of sight is precious.

And the gift of sight quite limiting.

Energy bent,

refracted,

contorted,

to fit the confines of the mind.

Even with eyes closed,

the mind is seeing.

All of it fabricated.

If the image banks once overflowing were purged,

all unseen,

what would remain?

The seer.

The knower behind and beyond the images.

The opportunity to reimagine,

as in dreams,

as in daydreams,

as in reality,

all for the sake of being seen.