here is a hand for you. it is here
and you are there, wherever there is.
the only thing i know is i know only the
sureness of Mystery, that which delves deepest
and somehow resurrects the most inconsolable secret.
here is a hand for you. perhaps you are nobody.
perhaps i am nobody too; nobody but God knows.
after e.e. cummings’ [i carry your heart with me(i carry it in]
