This connection is a disconnected motion

of everything I knew.

 

This connection interacts with my particles this way and that,

till they’re all in the right commotion

                                            an emotion

so blissful I feel it surging in my body,

like the first flame igniting a hot coal.

 

I’m the holder of a magical secret,

but if I share it with you, It’ll lose it’s enchanting nature.

 

So I’d rather keep it to myself.

 

‘cause when I look at you I don’t see the bottom of a well but the magistral sky plane full of possibilities.

Like one of those James Webb Space Telescope images.

 

You know that’s rare.

 

I know that I can be me, and I’ll still find you there

with the tenderest gaze -

 

This connection is a disconnected motion

of everything I knew.

 

It moves in a direction which makes life’s treasures simple.

 

And nice.

 

Do you ever pause and consider how effortless that word is:

 

                                                Nice.

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I’m so lucky.

 

And so are you.

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‘Cause I vibrate to these resonances but I know you do too. Like a heat rush electrifying all the hairs rigid on your body.

 

This connection is a disconnected motion

of everything you knew,

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and

 

it makes sense only to me and you.

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for that I am grateful that our disconnected motion

make up a connection of everything, new.