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Infinity

2025-08-25
Woman is man, is creature,
expounding on meaning,
seeking truth in the joining of loins,
until she is born in his wanting,
until he passes through her desire.

How they conspire to control each other;
to speak their words,
to direct their deeds.
Had they not foreseen,
that love is embodied in all weather?

Bracing against the wind,
beating with the rain,
breaking into radiant light and ebony night.
How then are they wholesome,
these creatures of infinite verse?

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