Centres: knock

In life, I carry within me the unknown, out from which words sprung, and the unknown which grows, like plants, out the primal, which is in you, in love and death, and soil, never final,

Feeling grows, inclines its head to your mystery, around which all things coalesce, in growth, tho how, is me unknown to you too, our love as a root branch, Adam and Eve out the primal, love and death, good as Earth, never final,

Once I overcame death alone, how, no one knows, death’s an unknown, its my life now, as my love grows with you g, to wonder why death is not you not me, so i’ll show you in my heart, like the primordial, growing bower,

I’ll take you into the trees with me, and we’ll be the wild primal, you just have to know how to knock a knock unknown to us, the right knock a riddle, to two wild animals a wilderness, o thrill of your unknown touch, o woman mysterious,

But deep in mystery lies luck, and someone unknown takes care of us, where life and death fuse us, there’s something funny happening in the universe, who could ever know for real, who or what helps love, yet somehow, we are loved by one another us, you’d have to agree, g, our love’s deep, its source mysterious:

So knock your unknown knock, and let the unknown take care of us