I see Lain walking . . .

She doesn't need to look back;
she knows I'm there, not following,
hoping she can glance, askance from then.

For now, there is only future, yet unseen;
though nevertheless, yet seen, known,
understood in all its fullness of glory.

What have you seen within? Anything?
Only deep yearning hope that you will see.
Turn your eyes inward, toward within.

Or you will only see utter destruction, for
you've not sought unto being, only existence,
where there is only awareness, not knowing.

   --for Boa (Duvet, for Lain)
screenshot from the Lain series
[screenshot from the Lain series]