Who knows?
None but myself.
Who has experienced?
None but myself.
Who cares?
Surely, none but myself.

the objects in my eyes dissolve
unto an unending sea
that no one admits having ever seen.

i do not know where to turn from here

for i am forever changed, and choosing to step back from this is still choosing to respond to this.

Though, such should not imply what is typically assumed.

For island do not exist apart from all other things. They are chained to the earth by their foundations.

Let us take from this saying, instead of the formerly agreed upon interpretation, that, to be an island is to be distinct, but not separate from all else.

I've got it!
I found the answer!
Go home everyone, for the world is lucid to me and so it shall be to you
(if you purchase my book for $49.99 and manage to trudge through my ambitiously pompous cacophony of prophetic nonsense).

I wish I could have documented it, whatever it was. I can document the fact that it's now gone, through this, if that's worth anything.
Amidst low lights and dark dances, inspiration came to me - and I was too afraid to get up and shake its hand.

we spent hours
fitting together our bodies
like two voices
reaching through dissonance
in search of unison
like a ritual
like a dance

There was a time when I knew everything to say,
Where the world was not indefinite and grey.

I realize now, though, that I was only young;
That that world is gone and a new one for me has begun.

For we are only what we feel
We cannot be anything more than
What in us is urgently real