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.
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.