Second Speech

Alone (is) :
 I know

I know the way youth distorts most things 
I know the smell of sand
I know the way the earth talks from the sky
I know the  iron and salt in your blood

These words in which you speak
How old are we how old, you mutter

We watch the silence plant trees in our mind
Sitting on green petals
Watching rivers flow 
Your skin changes like the wind
Transparent
Words That Move Through me 
Spectrums of light that shine at all sides
Of an endless shape
Forgiving physiology 
Forgetting everything we think we know
To witness The sound of spirals
To flourish in liquid forms tonguing the written word
To move in and out of you
Inialating the theory of distance and time
To know what it means to be I AM
To not know anything less