He hides from all he feels here
In the paradis artificiel of words,
How she takes them, and twists them
To his knees.
Locked in separation thus
They create unities, for the galaxies
Simply by the way they, each other,
Perceive.
When there is love,
There is one meaning, or seems to be,
The pausing for what's really there
Only happens when there's cause,
When the silence
Is overcome
And all the noise of separation
Dissolves to nothing.
