they say we are made of earth.
this must be true, because I crumble at your touch.
like dust I scatter on your breath.
they say we are made in the same vein as the stars.
they are our ancestors perched above us,
each in its own silver chair.
this too must be true.
when you hold me close
our hearts together feel composed entirely of light
radiating from your body to mine.
we are nothing more than atoms transmitted
-the sound of a chord being struck.
they say we are immortal beings
each of us possessed of a soul.
how could we not?
the universe is infinite
-that truest note escaping us-
how could we ever stop traveling across it?
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