Long Ago

I have known it long ago
this thing rooted
in every fingertip
I see it even in obscurity

I have known it then
every glass piled
each brow kissed
It moves with sincerity

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I will notice it tomorrow
and every day after
The result of closeness
Fruitage of sweet familiarity

I recognize it now
in darkness and in light
This thing long rooted
breathed and consumed

Perhaps this is it
what stirs underneath
The heart sings of it
tangible and infinite.