Old poem..

Dug this out of the archives.

Interesting...

My curse of the "higher knowing"

"I know you"

I say - 

"better than you perhaps know yourself"

but that was using 

my inside voice.

I am the carbon atom 


between the pane of glass


that turns truth


into a mirror


into a truth 


into a knife


that slices


into


both


of


us