Those who made you know you well. You tug at my hands just enough to hold you effortlessly in the air, to keep you raised up like an offering, to face you like a mirror.
Those who made you know you well. You tug at my hands just enough to hold you effortlessly in the air, to keep you raised up like an offering, to face you like a mirror.
Those who made you know you well. You tug at my hands just enough to hold you effortlessly in the air, to keep you raised up like an offering, to face you like a mirror.
I can manage a handspan across you, handle you with three fingers. I take you in at eyelevel. Nothing about you is lost on me; nothing about you is foreign.
Those who made you thought of me. They designed me like an extension of themselves, and they placed you in between us. You represent a play of material relationships, but also of immaterial ones. It’s in your nature to open up like an invitation.
Certainly, there are a good many people who gave you thought and, nevertheless, you represent a unity of sense, the confluence of experience with curiosity, of knowledge with desire.
I can manage a handspan across you, handle you with three fingers. I take you in at eyelevel. Nothing about you is lost on me; nothing about you is foreign.
Those who made you thought of me. They designed me like an extension of themselves, and they placed you in between us. You represent a play of material relationships, but also of immaterial ones. It’s in your nature to open up like an invitation.
Certainly, there are a good many people who gave you thought and, nevertheless, you represent a unity of sense, the confluence of experience with curiosity, of knowledge with desire.
I can manage a handspan across you, handle you with three fingers. I take you in at eyelevel. Nothing about you is lost on me; nothing about you is foreign.
Those who made you thought of me. They designed me like an extension of themselves, and they placed you in between us. You represent a play of material relationships, but also of immaterial ones. It’s in your nature to open up like an invitation.
Certainly, there are a good many people who gave you thought and, nevertheless, you represent a unity of sense, the confluence of experience with curiosity, of knowledge with desire.