let me write simply; let me speak precisely.
if only my thoughts be could be as a drop of distilled water
hovering in the darkness, forming slowly, and hesitating until the molecules have gathered. at long last they are bound together in a weight complete, with neither need nor room for anything else.
it's time to go: hesitating no longer, the drop releases itself cleanly
it plunges straight & swift
and confidently kisses the surface of the glassy pool below.
its affection quickly binds it to the rest
and immediately its wholeness, and all of its parts, become incorporated.
oh, if only!
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