Knowing. (Draft)

There are all sorts of knowing,
a substance thats growing,
a leaning for a fling
with letters that dance and sing.
A touching of a mother,
a reaching for another.
A play of the heart,
though oceans apart,
through the living and the dead,
the exertions of the head.

How knowing can we ever be?
To tabulate the power to create
The magnitude of soul that brings forth life,
or subjugate the heart to dwell in the armour of a shell.
To understand the limitless potential in the vastness of an atom,
the self possessed pulsations that can ride across all heavens
to the furthest reaches of our foundations……unto the unknown……….

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