They say for every soul
there is another soul
whose aura
pulses like a quasar
the same thrum of heart
beat
beat
flesh and bone
a sacred homage to self
sung at a late hour after a
long conversation
composed of yes
and you too?
Do you feel me?
Every theory,
every salvation
every piece of mathematical
reason tells me
that it isnt so
still
as your eyes blue beckon me
cajole me and caress me
I hear my heart
my breathing
still to one sound
a sound that surely topples
the white towers of reason
of promises broken.
I hear yes
virginia
there is a santa clause
as i wish
second star to the right
that nothing is reasonable
and everything is madness.
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