From behind the glass, he sees the moon.
The Star exactly within the extension of the Sun and the planet Earth, it is a full moon that is exposed to his eyes. He sees her, she and she alone, ignoring the stars who surround him, subjugated by his imposing clarity. Its craters and his dark side have no secret for him, any more than this history of foot, asked forever on this floor to clay, and no wind will never erase.
Hands on the glass he knows unalterable, one who doesn't have a name looks at the world from the outside. He sees much better that with his eyes Misty with tears, he sees beyond appearances. He doesn't know how, never knew and will probably never know. The only thing he knows, in fact, is that's the only thing he could ever do: see.
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