The crack in the multiverse is not perverse as the union of space and time voids all solidarity. I grab your hand and the vast caress, with their approval of similarity.
As the illusion of placement divide, there is no barrier to our grandeur. As time and facades give false reason and fade, it is you that I have known; prevail we do, while try we don’t, for truth is always the finality of singularity. I have looked for you always with eyes that did not know, while knowing was never anything I needed to grow.
We are great at doing, but the verity is within seeing, thank you for allowing me to see. I pass you my watch and you pass me your sight, for now we are truly free.
As we sit amid the toils, we realize there are no spoils, for the rotting is but an illusion of fallacy. I find you next to me and one becomes two (or a singular ewe), I want you to know that beyond all measures of union and time, I love you.
Throughout space and moments, I watch you hit the pole … 🌌
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