What Do You Hear Now, Walt Whitman? (7)

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And I search for meaning and lose my way –
myself without meaning or path,
myself all vanquished and veiled,
myself all a wreck and ashamed,
myself staring back in the mirror.

If you look in someone’s eyes long enough you’ll notice they’re not made of colors,
but oceans and galaxies,
vast and unexplored,
endless and uncharted.
You’ll see a shining,
you’ll see a light,
you’ll see a reflection
you’ll see souls,
you’ll see God,
you’ll see yourself,
you’ll see the depths of emptiness
and you’ll realize we’re all alone.
And if you try to concentrate on both eyes they’ll blend across the face
and you’ll realize that they’re one.
And the tragedy will no longer be the depth of the emptiness,
but the fact that two oceans,
two vast galaxies ,
exactly the same,
can exist so close together but never meet.

My flame floats just above the endless sea of wax.
It never falters.