I know you are knowledgable,
But can you break open the sky with your facts?
Can you make reality waver,
As a million feelings of love consume the room?
I know you have immaculate research,
And your lit corridors are impeccably sterile,
But can you create peace out of the fabric of belief?
Can you liberate the being you stifle in your soul
That is more powerful than the world?
I know you can see the future,
and know the stars' probability of error,
But do you know their souls?
Can your soul look into my eyes
And know who I am?
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