There is but one...

you've never met.

completely you, without

advance.

that appointed Witness,

sworn to these bodies...

which will bring them

together.

We are the loves of all

these lives...the fount-lip of

a balcony held up to undress

us essentially.

as we pour down what no

mouth could drink, nor

heart horde.

upraising scintillates of

stillborn moons.

sunning their straying

faces.

(((clearly))).

all that mind, all that heart...

twice-ways as sun and moon

freeing ***.

this

~~~Flowering Crux~~~

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