To Be Seen By No One

But still to be,
And to be known
To one’s own self,
To that weird beast

That can’t quite be
Life on its own,
But can be more
Than its own life.

You might like that,
If you’re like me.
Of course, I can’t
See you, then, and

You can’t see me.
But you know these
Small words that sink
In your night ears.