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  • Some people say we return as maid and man
    Through all the ages
    Knight and lady fair
    Victor and Victoria
    Figures on a Grecian urn
    I don’t know
    That would make us soul-er systems
    Spinning through time and space

    If we are bound and ordered by the combinations and permutations
    The equations of attraction
    the laws of personal gravity
    I wasn’t paying attention when the lecturer held forth

    If instead it is all figures laid out long ago
    In the grand and cosmic dance
    With my sense of rhythm, I’d miss the downbeat

    What then our love?
    Blindly following what I dimly apprehend?
    Stumbling along following the footsteps painted on the floor?

    I know love by its razor sharp bite.
    I know love by the deep ache
    and the salt bitter tear.
    I know love in this moment
    and know too well when it has gone.

    Only this moment,
    a singularity in all the vastness of infinity.
    This you and I,
    arms outstretched and palm to palm.
    The sudden indrawn breath.
    The yes.
    The long and desperate hesitation
    until you and I
    are us.
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