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06/16/11
Seven Days of Re-Creation
Our coming together, yesterday, here in New York, After an entire week of our erotic bodies' being apart, Wasn't merely the aftershock of a cosmic seaquake; It was that vast tsunami-raising plate-shift itself, Uniting our flesh, in breathless oneness, Piecing our passion's Pangaea together, again, With the gentle stresses of time Ceaselessly releasing compressed epochs, From strata recording our planet's emergence from darkness,
A primordial void that gave way to light, Light to water, water to two infinitesimal cells, Growing, from hospitable air, into the shape of our breathing, While we cleaved to the tsunami's slowly descending crest, As it subsided into life's tidal basin, Where we began existence as two amniotic beings — A union of celestial wonders and terrestrial love. In the seven days allotted to us, here, We'll re-create our world, in a city the size of the universe.
06/16/11
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