of impressions, collected as I experienced innumerable forms and situations, are now distilled in this new liquor called me. Every morning it reawakens with the same identification, same definitions, preferences and inner perceptions, uniquely crafted through a cascading kaleidoscope of endless moments.

Quietude for a few instants, reflecting on my nature before I follow the attractors and curved spaces that will still delineate my path upon impact, as impressions express their inertia of centuries against the patterns of the scripted story. Yet I will further unfold, till all is consummate in this arena of gathering and spectacle.

I heard your voice across the ages, explaining, momentarily completing me, in love embraces of intimacy that cannot be forgotten nor explained.

As a child, when I began to unwrap the potentials, I searched so intensely for you my dear, first in caring hands, then in symbols, and I do remember our secret street walks holding hands, and your intimate kisses that I could not understand. Yet I knew somehow, that since times immemorial I had longed for you, that so many times you had crossed my path and I had been dazzled by you and adored you from afar.

This time you kissed me in breeze and revealed your presence so clearly in my heart that I trembled, my form was on fire of genders unrevealed, crisscrossing me in a burning unseen by none except you and me.

Forgetfulness came with mind, so full of thought, all my being clamors now for you, as I fear the loneliness of empty, and miss the caresses that so tenderly you gave. I stumble around but manage to move ahead in drunkenness and bravado, but my passions do not find wholeness in body-mind unions, just passing comfort and uneasiness. Only vacant eyes like mine bounce back, speaking all sorts of inanity, nothing that would quench this scorching thirst.

Confusion grows, filling mental spaces as heart struggles to surface once again to embrace you.

Suddenly I remember those eyes of light, burning in my forehead as penetrating memories archetypal, and I recognize you again somehow. My body shivers and ancient rocks are displaced in the deepest. I rediscover lost continents of breeze and warmth. Unknown silent memories project themselves into the screen of my consciousness like shadows of light, and I know, my Beloved, that it is you again in a new disguise.

I am now walking on your footsteps as you help me tread safe ground amongst the minefields of my own creation. At times I think I know, and venture a step out of synch with yours, and I fall in pain only to look up from my fear and see your extended hand with a lucid smile urging me to hurry back into your footsteps.

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