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With eyes like limpid oceans
crashing with heaviness
Near the precipice of twin black holes-
All of my meaning is absorbed
In this grateful abyss
and returned to me
Transformed.
In every sense,
I long to be as the vine
Twisting, stretching-
Wrapping myself about
The nearest branch
Extended in empathy-
Turning my body towards
The sustenance of your sun.