Yes, of course.

So my poem is called As Above, So Below, and it begins with the title of a post on the Reddit Shower Thoughts by user Noski.

Your tongue knows what everything feels like, even if it has never touched those things.

My tongue has never touched a feather, yet knows the contours of an overhead hawk, has never been pierced, but when I imagine the predator's claws in my mouth, the illusion of pain is perfect.

This is the garden's gift, that I myself have never tasted the fruit of the knowledge, but I have not the neutrality of the raptor.

I can feel the evil swelling before I spit.

There is some goodness on the tip of my tongue, a smooth egg hatching.

I remembered.