The Sight

Your worldly name
Is never
Yours
Nor your
Name

It is
A pseudonym

Your body
Is never
Yours
Nor your
Body

It is
A sackful
Of fragments
Of the world

These words
Sounds and meanings
Of sounds

The whooshes of air
And wind
The sea
Crashing upon the rocks

How can any of these
Be
Yours
When you are
The sight

Looking out
Through infinite
Names
Eyes