Among other things
You think it was then
that everything fell together, and you found your lost self
You think it was that touch,
the wordlessness that made it all seem right
Or it just might be in words,
a single line that made sense, and gave meaning to it all
probably some 'thing' else
among other things
you know it best
but, you know it's not about what you saw
or what you did
or what you felt
or what you made someone feel
not even here
in this curiosity
to know
for what its worth
to live
to not die
to know what it all is
it doesn't matter if someone died
or someone lived
or whether you raised the *'overwhelming question'
snowballing towards it
because
there is only one thing
the tight rope
without gravity
beneath it
where hungry stomachs
converge
with hungry minds
and all that hunger hangs like a question mark
round your neck
and you just freefall
clutching onto
the thread
that connects it all
knowing
that is not it
*That is not it, at all.
[** Alludes to The love song of J. Alfred Prufrock - T.S.Eliot]
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