Amid the points of permanence
our identity speaks for itself
a voice of essence, independence.
With a different voice was reason
built, a continuum in balance
and its polarity of transcendence.
Does this zero denominate a kiss
of two lovers we sacrafice, risk;
gain relation, seek infinite center.
The bizarre happens by illusion
when the voice has no listener
or speaks, insincerity believed.
But love, unbounded openness
in its honesty, heard in its song,
clears a space where two unite.
So many points go distant, by
what manner for love's desire
shall unity express itself nigh.
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