Embers glowing, soothing
fire back into
another shape and form of life itself.
Healing hands have touched this flesh
in ways that only other flesh can do.
Crystallized, these healing moments
must extend themselves throughout
all time and space and individuality.
For truly are we of this
love expands itself to heal all the
many wounds of this, our life in
time and space and ever-altering
themes of merely mental history
that ever seeks to write itself without
the very essence that emotion comes
to bring into all life.
And yet, if love itself
is not emotive
in its every tendency,
than what are we...?
? Michaelette ?
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