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laid
one over
the other
like lovers
the lines
of the letter
the kiss
in the ether
this is not you
and this is not me
I write it

I write it
and practice
until it is perfect
smaller and smaller
becoming a secret
movement
repeated
the lines come together

they touch briefly
and here
on this page
there is only
the moment

the moment
this focus
becoming a centre