hm. Perplexing poem, this one. I've read it through with a dandelion seed in mind, which worked really well, until those last two stanzas, which take me into myself, allowing me to liken my life to that of a seed borne on the wind. Which makes me happy, no matter how tired the eyes that might view me.
This line makes me think that every life is complete, even when cut short:
Drifting on toward the unknown,
A life of aim already flown.
I love this line, a bit of a riddle:
Not hiding, yet all eyes pass through.
A very interesting work. Lots to think about here. Kind of in between your darker works and your lighter works (fewer in number). Neutral in tone, timeless in its ineffable message.
I really like the way you analyze these! I always find it interesting to which lines you latch onto and connect with :)