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Waking in the storm
a midnight spent
with thoughts pinned to a map
like all the lives I've lived
all the places I have yet to go-
And you were there
you smiled, and looked at me
the way that makes me stop
and think of all the stares
that have never been so piercing
as your eyes holding mine steadily.

Sounds of ambiance...
drifting in and out of the silent corners
like the smoke from the incense
my world has become intangible
has become a theory- no longer fact...
and this equation has a simple answer
a simple solution...
break the variables.
I would be me, and you would be free
if we could discover inspiration
in the places we've already searched.

I like this incongruity
nothing can be perfect
nothing can be what everyone
believes it should be.
I am reminded that we are at peace-
this treaty will not break
and these boundaries will not be crossed.
My world is the richer-
though yours more beautiful.

I feel things, 
I see things...
I am things 
that you cannot hold-
I am everything
just outside your reach