knowing is wounded reasons form;
we cannot comprehend
or understand
each other or ourselves.
our particles and convergences
make up meanings
and symmetries;
we can even reconfigure
and phase shift in wonder.
this makes for liveliness
and dance with each other,
and even fondness
for recognitions reflected and
transferred between our DNA schemes...
we even Dream in referents
to our command of syntax;
our little forms
and rituals
like candles and moonlight
and our sense of place.
we can only imagine
as far as we've ever realized.
we can only understand
as much as awe and wonder
has risen us up...
so I wonder about you
and I'm awed in that
revelation...
your unknowns
complete me
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