LP No. 05_2021_One

without pause or
doubt,
or fear of what may,
i pull
inexorably
to you.

the threads
of my life,
between nimble fingers,
tangled and knotted-
but we,
so far from besotted.

no way but up,
to fall into open arms.

no way but down,
to where we belong.

no way,
but the way
we forgot.

one path
to
a Love
destined.

one fall
to an
Oblivion
guaranteed.

one soul,
afire with hope &
purpose &
love.

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