to hear you listen to what I'm saying with your talk
to feel your heartbeat pumping my blood as you breathe
to have my thoughts in your mind as I read them
to find myself lost in your clothes as I wear them as you
to have secrets I keep in your unaware that live my silence
I have an intimacy between you and me that has no surface
don't understand how separateness provides for knowing
I can't be bothered with how it feels when feelings are felt
I am drowning in the swim of this until I am sea embraced
I had a self and I gave it all away as if possessions set free
if I had a why, it would be a tool I never use
time is made of sheet music I never read when I play
we make one note that constantly plays often as unheard
the only problem with eternity is its distraction from now
does experience, meeting like this, have to be that we know
we are inner amphibious statues of liquidity with ease
viscosity takes away our separateness, awareness and need
there is no perspective to life except in our livingness
we are apparently two deeply disguised as the plural of one
for we cannot be the find when no looking is further needed . . .
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