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Wednesday, November 7, 2007

She is the Maven of my Ways

Two Lovers
Trace
Eachother’s Backs
as
light
as
clouds
touching
earth
with
shadows.

Though fingers sync,
neither leads
both go where need goes

Only the Correlation is real
Both the lines separating things
and things
Are False.

Entanglement between two nothings
Posted by Link at 11:02 PM

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