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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