I may observe you,
verily observing me
observing you..
but I may never know
the truth that lies
upon The Other Side.

All I may truly
see in you
is a reflection
of what’s
mine.

Because to me,
you’re you
before me,
but to you,
I am me
before you.
I see you
seeing me,
you see me
seeing you.

We are
a mirror
symmetry
of threads
tied in a knot.
The mirror tunnel,
stretching far
into infinity,
however..
is The All
of seeing.
Flesh of God.