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Nothing had actually happened 
yet everything 
absolutely everything

had for ever changed

Sometimes it takes you four different continents 
or maybe just one last ferry trip of an hour and a half
sometimes reading hundreds of books
and analysing thousands of images
finishing a PhD thesis

knowing the Other
in depths of various smells and skins
in bright ever changing lights
verschiedene horizon lines
sunset and sundown times...

Yet all of a sudden

all you thought you had already grasped
will gently melt
smoothly accommodating
an unsuspected part of your own self
in that discreetly shining star
in your eyes...