Our eyeballs are hollow but presently hold shape Around a gooey filling Faculty of sight submerged in there Tethered to sense-making mysteries We have of course solved by now, technically But that mystery is harder than my blurry comprehension I barely touch an edge and it grinds my frame Into another shape of seeing I'm not sure what all this prescription's good for But here, I give to you my lens A gift of self brightens Right before your eyes Keep unwrapping it Till source pours out your eye And radiates x-ray like To the heart behind the mask Behind the mask, two pupils gleam there Behind shielded entry points, to another being Just within their learnt performance Bowing in ovation, they then Give to you their mirror A gift to see yourself clearer Right before your eyes Keep unwrapping it Till source pours out your eye And radiates x-ray like To the heart of the unseen The unseen, two pupils gleam there Your own shielded entry points To the future, you are portals of sight in that vast mind To see the magic all these hollow seeming nows contain And see the magic all these hollow seeming nows contain