the camel doesn't see his back
Each man lacks knowledge of himself
for his eyes point only outward,
but how unfortunate it is
for he believes himself, his eyes
which tell fated lies like the sea –
whereon I pressed my ear and heard,
"I am the sand, that I must be."
The sea can never see itself,
and nor does the drunk man who claims –
"there's no way that I **** myself."
Sep 27, 2012
Sep 27, 2012 at 7:36 PM UTC
the camel doesn't see his back
Each man lacks knowledge of himself
for his eyes point only outward,
but how unfortunate it is
for he believes himself, his eyes
which tell fated lies like the sea –
whereon I pressed my ear and heard,
"I am the sand, that I must be."
The sea can never see itself,
and nor does the drunk man who claims –
"there's no way that I **** myself."
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