A psychological number poem about
the inescapable fact of otherness, even within enduring love:
Shall we be more than
strangers to one another?
Even when we love, we are
alone,
Vast inner universes,
brief forevers,
Eternities within a
temporal home.
Nor can such inner
vastnesses be joined,
Trillions of feelings, thoughts, dreams, memories,
Years of inner life. The
lilt of loins
Forgets, perhaps, the
truth of privacy.
Otherness is a necessity,
Union that falls short of
unity,
Reaching for a truth,
truth can’t purloin.
© by Nicholas Gordon
Audio and Video Music: Bittersweet.
By SYBS. Music free to use at YouTube. Illustration Credit: AI.
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