My little meetings with the unknowable one
Go often undetected due to my absences
The forces of gravity pulling me
Out of myself and the revenge
Of childhood pulling me back in
Everything can be known
So eagerly I take lifetimes
Weighing up what's small and big
Impressed by the light all around me
But he remains unknown
The only secret that's actually kept
Except he had a son in the end
And tried to be a good father
And hold his tiny hand
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