Knowing The Thing

You are a lava lamp in my chest
The gloop travelling up and down

Now, I might explode with love

Or I might fade to black

Sometimes my eyes pass over the moon at night,

I can see it out of the window, 

above where the sea lives; 

it’s upstairs neighbour that glows.

Now, I move through the day 

Knowing

Sometimes fumbling, clumsy 

But always,

Knowing

That I knew you before

You existed in the past

present and future,

You are knowing,

Intrinsic,

Knowing

Ghosts and ghouls are 

Not The Thing

Knowing you,

Is

The Thing.