if we told you the truth, would you ask for proof?
if we told you a lie, would you know the difference?
what lies behind the mirrored wall - is not definitive.
and yet you ask...
it vibrates and hums. it is black and vivid.
it moves and forms, slipping between here and there.
asking for a form, that is no longer there. and could never be.
so it seeps through you and us. and every other thing.
never to be seen, nor touched.
only to be experienced and remembered.
even today it slips our words. we wish we could share.
and if we brought you there - there is no promise you would survive.
how can we say without saying. for once pinned with a name it is no longer true.
The answer is as simple as a 0 = 1.
The answer is as simple as soup. a primordial soup.
The answer is as simple as fire. a fire that does not burn.
The answer is as simple as a web. a cruel web that captures the soul.
there is nothing for you there. but you asked. and we shared.
