Wednesday, June 16, 2010

secret

I want to know the world
and the artist
who painted it all.
where are you existing?
are you here at all?
Maybe your above
Maybe your nothing
But hiding...
If I could choose a secret
for only me to know
I would want
to hear all of them.

One is not enough.
Or one might be too much.

Maybe there are so many unanswered questions
because it is better that way,
Maybe it would kill us if we knew.

But we're here,
and I try to see through.

I want all of the world, inhaled.
and you.

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