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Oxygen, I
Afire, you
Particular particulate matter, we
Your grey-green eyes, my green, green eyes
This was all that mattered
Dissipated, now
Why
Science and God refuse to explain
One fluid motion this life
Cat and mouse throughout my dreams
At play, we
I don’t win
Pedigreed, you chose, not me — then you began again
The poor girl of your youth
I am
Too much proof of your roots
Together nevermore, old friend — how urban lights pollute
Remind me to love, Lord
What might we share?
Except for some source of light
And the cello muse
I won’t pretend to know
Though
I like soft things
You like the edge
I’m drawn to abbeys
You’re from the deep
I flirt with irreverence
You respect me
So maybe we could stand
A day or year
A treaty, here
Find peace
Decide
Praise The Rock from which The Water flows
Not far from Jordan
And then, daylight