higher still than even the enlightened

I am not great
I am not grand

but I am memorable

too weird to forget
yet nobody truly knows
what I am

I walk with a confidence
that’s almost unsettling

I talk with a manner that
is both noble and lowly

I am not wise
I am not knowledgeable

but I am seeing

all-seeing,
almost,
it would
seem

through the shields people put up
through the veils the fearful extend

you may think nobody knows
but I know

and if I reach out
in my weird and
inexplicable way
you will never
forget

I cannot be reach though
I cannot be touched

not by you
not by him
not by her
not by me

yet I know the touch of others
and as I sit down here,
so grand in my non-grandeur,
I wish people would come
and force themselves on me
and teach me that magical connection
I so readily give them