I Am What I See (Technodelia Edit)

I am not lost. I am not found

Like petals strewn across the ground

There is no pattern, yet there is

The configuration lies within

We are close, yet we are apart

This perspective is of my heart

What I see is what I am

And I see before me an impoverished man

I am what I see

I am what I see

Take blood from stone to forge this heart

And stone from blood to carve this craft

From unknown whim this mortal stands

The breath of life in these hands