My love
It falleth like a stick.
It lieth like air.
It is wonderment and bewilderment,
to test true.
It is no thing, but of two,
equal: as the mind turn to it,
it doubleth,
as one alone.
Where it is, there is
everywhere, separate,
yet few -- as dew
to night is.
Have an exciting weekend! Be safe!
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