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I want you to see this imagery as I do,
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
decorations--
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,
It's clear.
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
Without another.

------
She falls softly down from towering pedastools...


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