Staring strips away outer shells
Leaving the quintessence bare.
Eyes turn glassy , animal eyes
Seeing all the things , all times
And popping out of the sockets
Feature rich with no lids to stop.
Staring at the wall reveals flies
Sitting on whiteness of the wall,
Builds bonds between bro. souls.
We can stare through them and
Master ways to penetrate souls
Without bodies to contain them.