Poetry | Nature

I Meld My Soul With The Perfect One

Infinity Is Minus Time

Elastic lines connect us to this place where sensors burn us when we stray outside the pure.

Boundaries reveal absolutely clear descriptions of our deep-dyed love.

Yet the keening in my heart calls me to the furthest stars.

Infinity is minus time.

I step with souls so unlike mine they recoil at the nearness of my presence.

Melded with the purely perfect one I look toward to his flawless metal brights. They bring a tinfoil taste that swiftly turns to silver setting in my bones.

I rearrange the fragments, tug the lines, returning to the question.

Is forever a condition of your heart?

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You and I are essentially infinite choice-makers. In every moment of our existence, we are in that field of all possibilities where we have access to an infinity of choices. Deepak Chopra

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