It comes out of nowhere
An ache for epistemological mooring
The loneliness, ennui and isolation
Of the search
Solitary confinement of the soul
A longing for intellectual touch
To know and be known
Mingling minds in conversational intercourse
Ideas bared between sheets of thought
Vulnerable locutions in the night
Poetic memory wrapped in metaphor
Making the story with two endings
Searching the empirical forest of otherness
To encounter more than an abstraction
To touch, taste and feel the ineffable
If only for the briefest of moments
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