to line
up all discrete partitions 
             each part of us
as a window into knowing
 
             the faint line that bears us
that allows us supposition as knowledge

knowing the organ that feeds us
             the credence as wellness



the faint line that codes the language
 a language hovers above us
its shadow made larger by its mirror

all discrete partitions
             the language how it found us


we have looked the dancer
in the eye
held the gaze in full credence

             rain washed us and made us well

now, it is easy to gauge 
             a singular moment 
             to stake claim for the mere 
             matter of we were once here