The peak,
Vividness of
The word
That no one
Says aloud
The word that,
If uttered,
Would completely
And quickly
Elaborate
What is already
known
That said:
Of course,
Obviously,
What is already Known
Is how each and every
Single step,
Word,
Thought,
Soul
Is but a bittersweet
Taste left on the buds
of a flower that has never
even been embraced by
the love of a single
bee
Of course.
Yes,
the unpigmented idea is not
A vague knowledge
But knowing something
Is divergent to
Understanding
Yet,
Striving for that
One answer
That one touch
Or word
Yet,
Despite if it all
Always and forever more
Even with knowing or understating
Confirming.
Searching.
Ceasing.
Recapitulating.
Recapitulating.
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