truly –

nothing conceived within this mind,

i presume –

could ever explain –

the ebb and flow (tide) of life.

you,

however,

engulfed in the glow of all-knowing ( – the moon),

refuse to even – suppose…

enigmatic as light,

to dark;

your insatiable attraction

to – your you!

and i –

hiding behind your mirror –

remain all you can never see…

is your anything –

really better,

than the everything of me?