White Noise

If we are destined,
white noise will be our peak

Meshing, or, melding, back together
The taste – more than we could meet

Horizons lay dormant for you and yours, and for this moment

We could be, more
than a quenched flame
found among memories

We could be eternal, only dreaming
of boundaries.
And One

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