I know you,
where familiar is faceless,
where feel is environmental,
beyond the particulars for sensing,
before your act-out becomes story,
before the reasonings of your narrative.
I know you,
before recognition registers as a stance,
before stream, river, bay, wave, ocean
postured their existence,
before rain,
before cloud,
even before evaporative means,
before you took on the seasonal aromas,
as if in flower disguise,
yes, before truth becomes actualized.
we go back,
before time was used to justify,
before we came forth to wear
the apparel of thought,
before audience perspective
invented the concept of love,
before the lip-service of eras,
and epochs and millenniums.
for us to exist,
from beyond the stale breath of experience.
from where oneness ends
all of the essentialness
of definitive means,
before hum had any vocal inclinations,
before the lips of the mind
were ever revealed,
before the universe ever succumbed
to being an endless journey.
there, we are,
as if here is ever that now . . .
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