I am a story

I am a story with no beginning, and no end. Widthless I, yet emergent reality we.

Histoires-ours, eglantine entwined, becoming mine (and thine). Sole souls en-meshed, braided golden vine.

Wherein

Electric pain imprison’d, refracted joy enprism’d.

Infinitely time divides, differentiating between an all-embracing integration.

We are mystery with no beginning, and no end.

Though as we flow – we shine.

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