I could never have abandoned you if I hadn’t abandoned myself. The space I was looking into was like the unfurling of a bell and the sounds got lost in me. In that world there was only one word—stop—and it couldn’t be spoken. Motion was the only grammar. Vectors at my heels like the wings of Mercury but I was the message I had to deliver. Sent by a deaf god with manners of thunder. But you were always my destination unknown unknowable another. Give me your lips I cried bursting on the scene that I might speak. Give me your fingers that I might touch, you said and I did. Together I arrived.

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