the selfsafe fuel that burns the sun in its infinite infero,
ignites the intensity you feel in me...
a furnace heat that sears words of truth into the skin of bison and brings sweet delirium to our minds...
the selfsafe breath that blows the wind in the hurricanes above and shakes the barley,
blows whispered breaths to my lips and hushes the cries of dreaming babes...
a moving air that rushes through the branches of weeping willows and stirs haunting wonder in minds...
the selfsafe oil beneath the earth's surface that cools the core and calms the vertigo we'd otherwise feel from this spiraling globe we stand upon,
runs our machines and our manmade dreams into this reality...
but it too dwells beneath our skin and smooths the grooves and scars and tool marks our maker left upon our bodies in his haste to create...
we are all of this sun, this wind, this oil...
and the beauty in the stars we gaze upon, is the same shining light our lover sees in the glint of our iris...
in the twinkling of our soul...
together we dance the fields of wheat and stir the clouds above...
our tears drop rain into the deepest part of the sea, and our lovesick hearts sing the song of the nightingale...
this...
we...
it....
is all one.
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