You were secretly
the rock of my world,
or so it seemed.
When you became molten,
I, in wonder, came down
from this mountain
amid torrents of tears
to greet the oncoming you,
during your ascension.
Before, when you knew me,
we had personal boundaries
solidly so and fell through
each other’s world of substance
almost in spirit unnoticed.
Now that we are
somehow liquefied,
we are stirred
by the same cause,
blessedly churning in return.
We are sacred
towards this a fluid blend,
as we surrender
all of our matter
of being into merge
and return to
an ancient oneness means . . .
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