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If I should tell you all,

There would be more to tell . . .

For the expansion of your soul

Includes in isolation

Each extremity of wholeness

Demanding the infinite

To perpetual reincarnation .

Inwardly we share endless progression

Funneled through outward shapes

We call ourselves.

Thus Time, allied to your exploding awareness,

Impels the contagion of your glance,

The infection of your smile,

The question of your being,

Through the emptiness of myself,

Condemning false demands of limitation,

Coaxing me to be my inward possibility.