For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.
–Walt Whitman
there are no margins
no edges
we bleed
into through
ourselves
like slow wisps
of mist drift
through silent
pockets of fog
we weave
back between
becoming parting
trailing bits
of each other
like comet tails
flow away
from the sun
into the stars
(January 24, 2015)
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