It
requires application; this thing about
curious names; this address, featured in humans, as infused from within and
without; this driven force, accustomed to energies, at one with mystery. How to
have known you; so fervent a torch; justified in latter events? To distrust
distance, becomes a wise insight, favored by experience. I knew about you through timing—the moment of
events, as to have occurred through timing. Experience became unusual—to occur
as a domain, where another struck the same fuse. You’re two for nature; so
mental for composure, whereas inquiry became curious; so much a flame, an
encrypted memoir, this study of force as real—even an intelligence, a psyche of
spirits, channeled, and thereby, to dismantle distance. We seek cause and
effect; so ready to correlate timing, so distant the source, so confused by
human participation. The two desire interaction; in fever as the moment; to
stir forces into a frenzy. It would be the distance—as so close our breath, at
one with believing anonymity; so challenged within; so vital a mechanism; as
utilized through commission. I knew about us through timing; where something
dissipated, as to rise in fury, where elsewhere something increased. How to
have known you—by measure the force—a new person—a new experience; to sit in
loneness, as sudden reception, to wander experience! You’re three for nature—so
gifted this travel, to affect by mere agitation; to arouse for anger, that
inner dwelling, where one murmurs an incantation. You’re four in nature—to
cause for stammering, as if besieged with the shakes; so polite and earnest, to
stir a kingdom, as entrenched in studies.
I
know not of you, aside for hunches, where evidence begins to compound
knowledge. There’s Spirit for certain—the formation of Chi—plus the history of
ghosts; but something stirs by human touch, the revving of souls, fortified in
intensities; as to offset,—influence, and alter occurrences. How to have known
you, as a one to one correlation, the source of cause to effect?—the source of
said activity? I’ve painted a corner—given credence to hunches, where in
reality, timing is benefitted through doubt. For example: if two happen upon an
encounter, to soon depart, where thereafter, the one is struck with infusion, it
becomes natural to become curious of the other person. If this becomes a
sequence of events, the one has more than a mere hunch, the one has the
appearance of a cause to an effect; but never stated as actual fact. This
is hidden knowledge—founded on internal
mechanisms, where actuality is built upon proximity. Our
inquiry expands beyond energy—where something lives within, as moved and
manipulated by that that lives in another person. This too is hidden within, as
known within, as mused upon by the intellect, as even spiritual wisdom; but how
to vet said thoughts?
