Prosopons

The system of names covers the room
Of individual misery with mirrors
When one turns to look
At one’s profile in the shadow
One destroys it
The gaze inward yields nothing but the process of gazing

The system of names covers the room
Of individual misery with mirrors
When one turns to look
At one’s profile in the shadow
One destroys it
The gaze inward yields nothing
Nothing but the process of gazing

This horrible feeling of a blind, cut-off space
Behind the fullness of everything
This half that is always missing
Even when everything

This horrible feeling of a blind, cut-off space
Behind the fullness of everything

This half that is always missing
Even when everything
Everything is a whole
This half that is always missing

This half that is always missing
Even when everything
Everything is a whole
This half that is always missing
Even when everything
Everything is a whole