(The Soul's Prosthesis for Seeing the Corporeal)
Ocular prosthesis that clothes the soul,
a cadaver suit, this
filter of ignorance is
the divine self's earthly bliss.
A piece into which the soul drips, earthbound,
reborn and yet still not free,
able to touch and to "see,"
but its sight is not what it means to see.
Divinity is put
away from that which it's cut,
a sacred light now in smut,
but when the body's dead and ocular
sockets rip, tear and shred,
into the light the soul is led.
The prosthesis will be shed.
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