You think of forms and there existence 
in terms of there meaning in your own life, 
and you enter into an ambiguous void 
where your vision would go 
only until the edges 
of the circumference allotted to your eyes. 
The world will seem to be 
the area your feet rest upon, 
and the universe, 
limited by your vision. 
A touch will only define 
the tactile body 
of the form your hands can feel, 
but not what is yet 
left untouched, 
left hidden