Synchronized Utopian Idyll

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.