Through windows 
All we know is seen. 
And yes, we open 
The physical ones, when right. 
But the eyes, too, are windows: 
Distorting vision 
Through imperfections 
Gained through time. 

Always, we 
Have just today's eyes 
To see the world with: 
And this means we cannot view 
Things quite as others can do, 
Nor can always see 
What we used to see 
Anymore.

Through windows 
That some will call souls 
The world is