Let me not See

Let me not see it,
For the physicality has a habit of betraying the Being
As the soul deciphers itself as a constant,
A habit that will not see an end.

Let me not see you,
For the face lies in its complexion
As hazily as the spirit wavers,
The foot stomps with certainty.

Let me not see myself,
For I am a product of what is
And what was has gone,
And what will be, already is.