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A sudden infusion of nerves and I know that you are there,

Inside me, connected.

I do not doubt you must feel it too.

It is immediate, eternal, inexplicable and unreasonable;

This cannot be! You do not love me or love another.

(Both are the same, though I rationalize the distinction.)

How then do we two still exist, connected as tin-can strings?

(I feel it awake, asleep, of great import, background to all and also shining imperious foreground.)

Can it be these stars have crossed by choice?

Nay and never, but tangled only.