We are brief, bright glitches in an ancient silence.
I am speaking in colors I cannot see;
you are listening in a language you haven't learned.
To "know" is to pin a butterfly to a board.
To "not know" is to let the garden grow over your head.
I am a confused ripple in a deep pond.
You are the splash.
Neither of us is the water,
yet look how we shimmer.
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