There exists the You, there exists the I;
Shapes losing shape as they blur at the sides.
In parting with fear,
All things.
Helixes, matrices roll wildly by;
Ordered chaos spirals them inside.
Divine form, our very cells
Shift, swell and contract, sigh.
I want to say: You have changed me;
The tongue of our time promises to be
Inadequate - utterly profane.
Yet I am compelled to try: All things
Sacred, the language of our eyes.
In parting with fear,
in the space left behind,
All things.
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