i know all the songs that make you think of me;
even when i don't know that you have heard them
even when you don't know that i have heard them-
even if i have never heard them play
(but oh, i have)
.
and i know when you are speaking to me;
even when you don't open your mouth my way
and even when i cannot hear your voice-
even if i have not heard your murmur
(but oh, i have)
.
i know when you write your words to me;
even when my name does not appear in your piece
and you will never know if my eyes have seen-
even if i have never read your words
(but oh, i have)
.
and i know when you are referring through you, through me, to me;
in an orbed mirror darkly and of smoky blue glass
in fast forward fashion or rewound in slow motion-
even if i never glimpse that electric, indigo flow
(but oh, i have)
.
and i know what reminds you without fail and every time of me;
all things i have never seen or touched or eaten or thought
because maybe by now i have perhaps, oh just perhaps maybe i have-
even if i think, eat, touch or see nothing at all, ever at all, you just don't know
(and oh, i have so)
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