Sprinkler drops hang in the air,
the sun glinting upon them
like a thousand rainbow stars.
The clock freezes at the
infinitesimal moment
between seconds.
The sun focuses on us,
a spotlight.
All I want is to lose myself
in you.
To taste you,
inhale you,
consume you,
and give you everything.
We are things,
one thing,
amidst an
infinitely large expanse.
But sprinkler drops must fall,
stars must burn out,
the seconds must tick by,
consumed in their own mediocrity.
Two things,
alike
and distinct,
separated by an abyss
too huge and unfathomable
for words.
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