July 16, 2012
A meeting of minds is always a love song, a twirling dance, weaving itself into an explosion of ideas like a double-helix DNA strand. We explode like grains of sand, drawing our lines by the billions.
The meeting is captured, threads tangled in a newborn tapestry. One side reaches out tentatively - that side is me, waiting for the moment of necessitated recession.
You are the other side, thrashing about, a storm that crashes and enlightens, pours itself out, never empty and never full.
The helix twists.
There is newness, a heaven of amalgamation - then: creation.
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