Do I know you as well as I know those I know in the flesh? Yes. Because in both ways of knowing, it’s really my imagination that creates you. Is this a way of saying I don’t know you at all, or that I know you ever so little? Yes. And that, too, is beautiful. Do you know me? Is that something I can ever know? I don’t know. Do you want to? Do I want you to? Yes? Do we know what we know without knowing we do? And aren’t we beautiful, we few, we many, we one, we two?
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Categories: Everything and Nothing, New Poems & Pieces
Tags: Beauty, Chance Meetings, Consciousness, Flesh and Spirit, Imagination, Knowledge, Love, Poems, Poetry