Our feet touch And that familiar spark returns The one that occured When our eyes met 9 years ago In that dark, circular room Where only we existed Where pain became peripheral Where a foundation emerged From nothing and no one
Do you know what Knowledge is?Text on paperPaper on a text on paperIs it?Walking on a streetWalking in a forestFeeling strings and meatBetween your fingersReading text on paperLater feeling its meaningLike a revelationSo do you know what?Knowledge is
I want to face deathWith open armsWith a full heartWith a wealth of experienceAnd knowledgeFor infinity to feast onWith an understandingOf nothingWith intensity but no panicWith laughterWith the same abandonThat I feel nowWith an offering, a giftI want to face deathAnd fight gracefullyKnowing I won’t win
When Our Eyes Met
Our feet touch
And that familiar spark returns
The one that occured
When our eyes met
9 years ago
In that dark, circular room
Where only we existed
Where pain became peripheral
Where a foundation emerged
From nothing and no one
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