Somewhere, we meet
at a table for two.
I, being me
You, being you
we laugh for crying;
what is not true.

Post Script:
J., I say to you, leave-it: out the burden,
and too let the miniature version
as much of I;
as much you give, too
have I. Anything?
To have-it Be….

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§ For the Soul One §