by ddavidd   Nov 22, 2023

When I saw you for the first time.
I knew then
that I have never learned
to live without you.

I learned that the world
was a prison.

I remembered then
when roundness did not expand
and still remained zero,
unable to break out to angles,
still a prime of perfection,
a statue who says everything
without uttering anything.
a picture that resolves and includes
all aminations,
a body that imbodies
all the poses,

to break to the distance,
where only “we” exist:
the syntheses of me and you,
relatively here and there,
seeing ourselves as the others
and learning others
as us.

the whole universe
as a set
of unending extension of everyone
without exclusion.


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