We make love
We model a universe -
An artefact
maybe,
But still
teems with life.
We gift to the world
A sacred thing
For love folded in this
Way - stardust and clay-
Bequeaths to time
A precious trajectory
Memory
fleshed
Out
In full relief
But still
teems with life.
We gift to the world
A sacred thing
For love folded in this
Way - stardust and clay-
Bequeaths to time
A precious trajectory
Memory
fleshed
Out
In full relief
A human Poem.
To have written
In concert,
Played our part
In holy mimesis;
Darkness will not steal
What the light will not yield.
To have written
In concert,
Played our part
In holy mimesis;
Darkness will not steal
What the light will not yield.
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