I-know-it-all met I-don’t-know-it-all at a crossroads at midnight
Above a subterranean cathedral made of maths and honey.
“What do you know!?” accused the I-know
“A lot less than I don’t!” amused the I-don’t.
One hard, one soft, they met.
Butter in a warm pan
Iceblocks under running water
Paint on a blank canvas
Flowers in an empty room.
They sat and watched the sun rise into a new dawn
Where neither had the words to describe what they saw.