Sacred Contracts VIII : Twin Speak

             
“My father taught me this world            
was only a preparation for the next,            
that all we can ask is that we leave            
it having loved and being loved."            
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It is impossible for a mountebank            
To convince the Lover to leave              
The campsite of the aged forest            
Beneath the mountain’s knees.              
Despite how she disperses warmth            
To the many sojourners she greets,              
Patience is the warrior’s way;            
Braving fidelity for the effulgent            
Burning bush, for the scent of            
Cypress and chaparral, unkempt            
Mountain hair tangled with hers,            
Untamed, windswept Air of condor            
Beyond clandestine'd Courtships            
Ordained for a southern hemisphere.            
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“I will search for you through a thousand            
Worlds, and ten thousand lifetimes, until            
I find you.”            
.            
Altitude presides over the cave, dictates            
Muted DNA from its double helix'd beginning.      
Its petrified mouth having long since fossilized      
Any semblance of personal possession;              
As physical lives to spiritual existence.            
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“I will wait for you in all of them.”          
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Until then, she lives what'ere she's giv'n.    
           
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