She
is far away, shut in;
Here
away am I, kept in.
Thinking
and thinking of her,
All
the time thinking of her,
The
think, the thinking out of her,
Grew
to being the very her.
I
feel she is no more off me.
In
oneness there is no two-ness.
In
lovers’ fortress
There
is no double bedded room
Where
only oneness has room.
08.01.2003

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