Utopian

Internalize, 

in turn all eyes
turn inward and
find darkness.
What a clever disguise.
Discuss the quality of
the echo of your voice
off your empty ribcage
with other present tense
versions of yourself.

Internalize,
in turn all eyes make truth
from lies like truth is currency.
Discuss quietly the quality
of your infinite experience
with your atoms as your drift,
wait for your echoes to bounce.
What wisdom have you found
in all that seeking?

Internalize,
in turn all eyes go blind or
go blindly into the light.
How bright could it be?
Allow for the possibility
that you may never see yourself again.
Turn inward and find the glands
that retain your memories
at the center of it all.

You are not the center,
you are the universe.

Shut your eyes, human child,
you won't need sight where you're headed.