To those who dodge their own reflection Who skirt all gazes Who would not see With the eyes of another - The light of your soul is scattered Across many surfaces A refraction through many lenses. It will return to you In your image of the world. On all sides You will be surrounded Be it harsh or gentle Blinding or illuminating. You cannot avert your gaze Even in blindness. What has been seen Cannot be unseen. The light is dancing Beneath your eyelids.