You’re – my beloved! Doubt it not. It’s true.
We’ve met and this means that the rails
Had served their purpose to the end. The two
Lost spirits, whose long, winding trails
Were not to intersect, still intersected.
Reorganizing fortune, we contrived
To steal a smaller life and pass by undetected,
From the external and enormous life.
Let stale time drive in the pointed wedge,
Thus splitting us, insensitive and swift.
We are together underneath the sledge,
Where diamond dust is hidden in the rift.