With Eyes Closed

I can't see, myself, beyond the words
that form like iron filings under magnets
but I feel the eyes inside the room
that saw the same such words, and where they came from
for as long as there've been words, to explain,
and all these eyes, that now my own eyes join in watching
become one eye, in that discernment, the something missing
in the truth is only truth, has only been
a thing, forever waiting, forever watching
with my eyes.