Congregating Dust

This place is full of heads

They have no faces

But many tongues

A few I know have eyes

But not a single one can see me

Not a single heart will reach me

So I have sheltered my soul

In the depths of mind

Where not even the brave can reach

But I only need one head to turn

To recognize and greet me

For I am the one without a face

And a few I know have eyes

But in this place with many heads

Not a single one will try