is it best to love without regard?
Or
to love with complete knowing?
still i wonder,
how is it so perfect
between the others.
how is it they fit
as though
they have spent their lives
growing into the shapes
and colours they are
and in perfect unison
they move forward
content in the promise and security of the other
i long for separation from the self
separation from the burning need of understanding and adoration
separation from the continual pull toward that which in turn
will endure some sad form of separation
yet in that i fear even more
the truth of Merwin's words
Separation
Your absence has gone through me Like thread through a needle. Everything I do is stitched with its colour
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