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[lorahberry]

children of light,
two birds of many feathers shining together
perpetually caught swinging pendulum-time between six points
between passion and practicality
between devotion and dedication
between living and existing
and between love and rationality.

wild nights inside
the ancient books that explain adventures recent
assembled theories, jumbled cross words:
intentions and that which is
justiciable
never quite in tandem.

And one,
starved for some semblance of love long desired:
peach fuzz and the flesh
so soft and sturdy
a swim to the finish,-- what finish?--and
she, hungry for the win,
forgets the important parts.

Or she knows them
all by heart.

Everything we ever wanted
is here.