Anthropocentric prison

I see the world through borrowed eyes A narrow cage of flesh and light Colors stitched inside my skull A private ghost I call my sight The bats are singing in the dark A language woven out of space Maps of worlds I’ll never touch Dimensions hidden from my gaze How many heavens pass me by? How many truths refuse my eyes? We’re prisoners of being human Locked behind our fragile skin Watching shadows of a cosmos We were never built to see within A thousand worlds surround us now Invisible and cold Reality may be a cathedral Too vast for human souls The octopus beneath the waves Dreams in colors without names Its universe unfolds in ways My mind can never recreate And somewhere in the endless dark An alien consciousness awakes Looking at the very same stars Yet seeing something else entirely What if the universe I know Is just a crack beneath the door? We’re prisoners of being human Locked behind our fragile skin Watching shadows of a cosmos We were never built to see within A thousand worlds surround us now Invisible and cold Reality may be a cathedral Too vast for human souls Every word becomes a wall Every concept draws a line The moment that I name a thing Its mystery begins to die Maybe God is ultraviolet Maybe angels live in sound Maybe entire realms are breathing Only inches from the ground And all my science, all my faith All my desperate certainty Could be a child tracing circles On the surface of infinity I hear frequencies of silence I dream dimensions without form I reach beyond the bars of language And touch the edge of something more We’re prisoners of being human Born inside a beautiful disguise A nervous system filtering eternity Into something small enough to survive But every shadow hints at kingdoms Beyond the limits of our eyes And every star becomes a keyhole Into the worlds we’ll never find The bats still sing… The octopus still dreams… And somewhere beyond human thought Reality continues Unseen.