am I
necessarily alone
that I can ride that bulging isthmus when it shatters
and sinks deep?
I guess that's what they mean by the third dimension.
One cannot contain us.
Two is happy, but flat.
Three is hard to enter and I must go alone.
Your smile: inimitable;
heart stomping loveliness is but shallow: two.
its loss halts to a dull ache with the ticking
as I know depth
You were me,
ours was the voice of the 2D icon
but shallow bliss cannot compare to the third
though its memories bleed into eternity they will be forgotten
and today I recollect those oozing love-crumbs, marked
as two distinct lands once connected.
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