I've doubted many wondrous things
With evidence so slack;
The pink, the pears the apple rings
In pies, looking back.
What stood before me tall and strong
Yet so invisible,
Because my eyes were counting fact
The rest — divisible.
I've come to know the best
Is what a fellow doesn't see,
The light of questions fiercely ask
The light of you and me.
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