36: Repetitions. There they go. Altho one
you’re mine. Yet you get somewhere then stop. You’re not alone.
I may not acknowledge you my love’s delight. You’re not solely mine. It’s a shame tho we honor inner living love it divides in stolen light. In that respect — let me confess our two loves are shamed into love’s altered effect —

Your love, mine — separable remains of the nervous system that distorts public kindness and two lives, our loves radially.