insight is half blind and surface-bounded

I'm half unseen, 

to me, my skin 

a screen

to all within.

My eyes can see a star,

but not my mind.

The more I think, the more

I am unfamiliar.

Insight is half blind

and surface-bounded.

Where is my core?

What inwardnesses are 

unseen, unsounded?

 

[Ursula K Le Guin {1929-2018} 'Outsight', from So Far So Good]