36: There they go. Altho one 
You’re not alone...  
you’re mine. We get somewhere, so far then stop.  
It’s a shame you and I grow our inner living love in dim light. In that respect I confess — or let me confess our undivided love is tickled, altered into love’s sole effect, corruption —  
 
Your love, mine — separable remains of the nervous system that distorts our love radially into two lives.