The intuition of touch,
The touch of intuition.

The piercing gaze opens entrances for
her as with him in this most floral
of forests. With warm rigor, they maintain
an even balance.

The lingering of the labored eye had been
long in time, peering through effusive
barrier, knowing it would soon be
left in the past.

Space and Time may not have all
the knowledge of the sorcerer's cauldron.
But lest they try, lest they try despite
the darkest hour when all dimensions
stand still.

Will absolute knowledge arise and the heart be
satisfied?