poetry = nonsense
nonsense = meaninglessness
meaninglessness = void
void = nothingness
nothingness = spirit

No distance
mine eyes caress your lines whilst lips curl, strange mixture of admiration, tenderness, marvel nay love, no distance maketh way betwixt those ethereal cores we mockingly call “us” thine instinct, strong and true - trust it always for it serves no other but let mine words reassure thee that time’s arrows, save for a single arcane case, all run only forward, never in reverse that a place once visited may never again be, for another its place hath taken, and so ’tis with hearts that they give themselves away to others whilst vestiges of more ancient sources remain extant and yet truly mine path has become ours so fret not, little mouse on account of lilt or intonation, for these tend to distortion across the vastness of ocean 9-X-2014
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