I want you to see this imagery as I do,
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Like when I close my eyes,
And rest my head against the window
When we're driving at night for a long
Time, and then open them and everything is different
But still the same, one room, altered
Many forms that can coexist in your head
And you see it all at once--
it's like that.
Do you understand?
When I think of how we must have began,
Two forms cut from the same cloth,
One from the other's relief,
Two pieces of one puzzle lost,
A love letter I wrote,
Tore in half,
And threw into the wind,
I know your shape better by feeling my own,
And mine by watching yours.
And just as the corners of the cloth will meet,
The puzzle assembled forms a picture
And the letter reads only
When taped back together,
We are lost and useless, although extant,
Apart. One remaining piece
Of a puzzle, one scattered word from
A letter, will never know its meaning
She falls softly down from towering pedastools...