I am so close, I may look distant.
So completely mixed with you, I may look separate.
So out in the open, I appear hidden.
So silent, because I am constantly talking with you.
The clear bead at the center
no edges to my loving now.
You’ve heard it said there’s
a window that opens from one
mind to another,
but if there’s no wall,
there’s no need for
fitting the window, or the latch.
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