Word,
let me be your mouth.
You,
you be the ink
that in my veins flows.

My words
Equivocal.
You
Unequivocal.

Nothing is ever created in which you don’t exist. You have taken all forms yet I seek you.
Do you know how often I have lost you then found you in all the places that I sought you.  
Do you know that the randomness in which you appear is the certainty that I uphold.
There is one last bit of me that I can’t seem to let go.  
Is that the piece that is missing from your puzzle?

I taste You in the
meal of the lion
that eats no grass
having tasted blood.

I hear You in the
silence of the noise
of the wrong chord
i often hit.

I see you in the
dark of a moonless night
and follow the fire flies
that You are.

Everyone meets You everyday
But yet know not,
so close and yet so far away.

Looking upward to find You
is an exercise for the neck.
            
                You are the animate
                 You are the inanimate,
                  You simply are...

Memories of everyone
I have known...
Stay imprisioned
in my mind.

I do not remember,
having remembered You...

In not remembering
You
I set myself
free...