Poetry and whatnot

Her gaze hides from reality
because she is here, but her soul was not.

She has the ability to look straight through beings
while defining the sense of seeing
as she keys her energy into this moment of bleeding.

She gazed upon reality as the world watched.
She was here, but she couldn’t touch.

You meet them,
you see them,
you ponder on their dreams
because so few have the ability of a gaze
that breaks existence for all that it’s got.