Truth

Lightning struck the wild walnut tree. Lightning in me was one thing lightning in you perhaps something else; but together from the event of fire we took kindling, we lit our dark cave. Light in me was one thing light in you perhaps something else; but together we brought the stone pot and cooked our game over the fire. At night by the fire we yawned. Sleep in me was one thing sleep in you perhaps something else; but we slept together in the safe shadow of the torch until yesterday until today perhaps until tomorrow ...