You

You

I keep the beat
with the reflex
motion of my lungs.
As every breath
seems to place
another bar in this
cage,
some seem
to nominate
as life
living
living
living
my surviving
survival urge
calls out in a
five-tone
resonating chord –
you are heaven,
split from some form
of infinity void
I will never quite know,
although,
I see you
feel you
be you
know you
want you
to find happiness that know one knows.
How is it
that you can
stand three feet
two feet
one feet
here
and still be
the expanding,
demanding,
brilliantly blinding
eastern star
of my single-soul symphony?
You are why language fails.
I thought God
knew, thought, expressed
abstract –
know I know,
he thinks in thee.