i know nothing, and that’s the whole point

and what did it take, in the end? when did it begin? i think

it was drowning in starlight and seeing your face

in the constellations. i think it was when i said that

there are not enough words in all of our tongues

to come close to saying how much i love you and i think

it was where i ended and you began and you ended and i began. i think

there's a certain kind of infinity nobody wants to name,

because naming things takes away their magic. i think

it was burning up in the midday sun with

my blood turning golden with imagined glory and turning

to see you smiling the same wild smile back at me. i think

it was from driving down the highway listening to indigo girls. i think

it was under the light of the blue moon, stranded

in a parking lot out in the countryside, immune to fear

for just a moment because hell, we're all under the same sky after all.

and isn't that a special sort of idea? don't make a word for it.

i'll immortalize my epiphany in my memory, and

there's no need to understand it. there's no need to quantify infinity.