With ample air left a breath bereft of breath tries to explain the depth But to know the unbeknownst Is to know the unknown Which cannot become until the affinity of illusion lives with the illusion of infinity We have all been lied to We do not need to know hate to realize love The great lie of man Love does not need anything Love just is Like two breathless thoughts That thought of love Therefore it had to be And just was And when you see your blindness You will awaken with your eyes open in the darkness |