One
a body
in
space
a planet
in
place
the
other
a
mind
of
course
a
brain
a
source
drawn
toward
each
other
by
the
brevity
of
gravity
One
a body
in
space
a planet
in
place
the
other
a
mind
of
course
a
brain
a
source
drawn
toward
each
other
by
the
brevity
of
gravity
It is
not
what
we
see
It is
what
is
seen
I
know
my
heart
and
my
heart
knows
you
if
all
you
ever
know
know
that
Hanging
on
the
wall
tickling
as
I
brush
past
he
reaches
out
turning
I
see
a delicate
blossom
long
neck
strong
roots
not
like
other
flowers
he
blooms
forever
It is
not
in
the
beholder
It is
only
in
the
mirror
of
the
soul