It was a dynamic
inquisition,
Without a single word
misspoken,
It was a dynamic
synchronization,
Where not a word went
unspoken,
Inspiration doused me
full,
Caressed me and kept me
still,
Drenched head to toe,
But in the end, not a
soul would even know
It was a dynamic
inquisition,
Without those awkward
moments of intervention,
Not an abstraction
spun; not a vice untouched,
It was a masterful
interjection,
Where only a pause
disconnected being from breathing
Where only the pause
separated hear from here,
As time progressed
I felt red to have
previously guessed
Things would’ve gone
differently than they would,
Thinking there’d be an
intense transition
As I waited for the
lies to come
But they never came, nor ever could
Not a lining torn or a truth made of
elastic
It was the deepest of revelations
As each question produced an answer,
Where each sound to slip away beneath parched
tongue,
The more it continued, a voiceless man I
therein became
And you somehow understood,
you somehow understood things about me, that even I couldn’t comprehend
To have been given so much
respect
From someone I could not have
ever known
To have been treated like an
equal,
From someone filled with so
much devotion
Giving me the honor of unparalleled
recognition
Those words, those words—
Could only serve as stones—thrown
Across such stillness—skipping forever on and on
and on—
Until we each found our Om
In whatever it was
That circumstance just happened to have
In this space most precariously spun.
