I cannot freely give
as if there is no exchange happening
at some esoteric level and beyond.
but I can openly provide
that you in your self-initiative
can willingly respond.
interaction has many depths, levels
and exchanges in these ongoings.
most may not be seen
as consciously exchanged
or intentional in any conscious manner.
but we all dance
either by symbolic cues,
apparent gestures,
feelings that flourish,
or callings that surface.
by this of ourselves,
for accidents are only untold stories
yet to be mutually revealed.
that we pass through each other
is, as destiny is the weave.
we are,
even by the faintest of impressions,
as simple sightings
far off in the distance of refrain,
or to the other extreme,
by madcap interactions
that eventually prove to be
beyond the witness of insane.
we are,
as the oneness of us stirs.
account is far in the dust of thereafter
any translation preys upon
being euphemistically historical.
we only have the flint and steel of now.
I cannot freely give,
but I can openly provide . . .
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