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And she whispered
"I never comprehended
The Universe to be tangible"
as she held him in her embrace.
I sighted the first dimension of the world when I first opened my eyes and saw my family, when I crawled on my knees and bit my little sister on her cheek, curiously peered at the galaxy that hung above her cradle.

I spotted the second dimension of the world when I felt a familiar hand pulling me up after
I fell down on the ground, leaving blood trails in the sand.
Waiting for the dust to settle, we assembled, the bell rang.
Tom foolery and first taste of success and defeat.
The first ***** of betrayal
and liaring practices.
Tom foolery and  a million hearts-crossed. Ageless friendships and lesson of life that wasn’t in the syllabus.
That abode that was school.
A remarkable reminder of the simple times.

I saw the third dimension of the world when I laid my eyes on your beautiful face.
To taste the bittersweet nectar of thy lunar lips.
Lie me hope, sing to me the song of the helix.
Proffer me the chance to breach thy bastion,
encompass thee in my love and compassion.
Sanction me to be that one whispering love stories
in thine ear while bathing in the Aurora Borealis
dazzling and clear.
You and I, a rickety tent and a love nothing less of
heaven sent.
In mine heart thou shalt forever remain.
My panzer maid grant me...the fall of rain.
As we nose dove into placid waters,
time and the sea froze in remembrance;
silhouettes of men, women and children
paraded towards the horizon,
their bodies, limbs and organs made of
the sand that made the beach
with each step taken west
they dissolved,
the air was thick with salinity and tenderness.

The Sun grew with warmth,
at the exuberance of this melancholic loop,
a helpless witness;
it etched this moment in time into their skulls,
a back-lit memory to never return to what broke them.

The Sun grew louder,
with omniscience.
Time and the sea unfroze,
and we delved deeper
into the mystic in search of ourselves.
The waves retreated in reprieve,
promenaded caskets of their past to the shore.
We realised we were more,
than just survivors in the sea of broken hearts.
Like moth to flames, I am to love.
But I often mistake a spark for a bonfire.
These constant intersections,
bilateral contradictions
between head and heart
is just like any other war
and
just like any war
both sides
just want to stay alive
more than the freedom
they’re fighting for.
I like the anticipation
as the phone rings to
the sound of your voice.
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