Ouroboros cycle we can’t leave…
Perception changes what is perceived.
Trusting eyes is sufficient on face.
But a deeper bond shows just a trace.
In eye corners & livid shadows…
Whispers proof of more than is appose.
We are crucial to reality.
It doesn’t exist if left unseen.
Still, something real resides in these cracks…
Unbeheld, without eyes in our backs.

