Ring… a distant tone… Light before the known… Children in the yard of night Throwing words in beams of light “I know you are…” (echo) “But what am I…” (echo drifting) Stars begin to hum the rhyme… Older than the edge of time… We drew our lines in chalk and dust Declared our truths, defended “us” But every word we threw would bend And circle back again… again… A voice replied from everywhere From empty sky and silent air A phrase so small, it slipped right through Then split the world in two… If I am you… and you are me… Who is the one… who sees? If thought reflects… infinity… Who’s asking “who are we?” I KNOW YOU ARE… BUT WHAT AM I… A spark inside a cosmic eye? A wave that learned to speak its name Then forgot it came from flame? I KNOW YOU ARE… BUT WHAT ARE WE… A self-reflecting symmetry? A lullaby the void once dreamed… To hear itself… as everything… No edge… no seam… No “you”… no “me”… The voice that asked… Is what will be… No need to win… No need to prove… The one who hears… Is all of you… I KNOW YOU ARE… THERE IS NO DIVIDE… No place for anything to hide… The seer, the seen, the question too… Are one… appearing now as you… I KNOW YOU ARE… THE FINAL CRY… The universe asking itself “am I?” Then answering in endless view… “I am… I am… I am… as you…” I know you are… I know you are… So what… am I…
