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[maximus_twist]

You, you only, exist

You, you only, exist.
We pass away, till at last,
our passing is so immense
that you arise: beautiful moment,
in all your suddenness,
arising in love, or enchanted
in the contraction of work.

To you I belong, however time may
wear me away. From you to you
I go commanded. In between
the garland is hanging in chance; but if you
take it up

Comments

[warricks_life]

oh wow... as always, imagery is very tastefully executed, and the content is beautifully honest. sometimes you can find an author or poet who has experienced that exact same feeling over something else, and the ability to experience that joy of knowing that there truly is someone to share that feeling with..

it makes sense to me.

mostly.