Of our connection having crossed
The deserts of doubt the mountains of fear
Will we stand amazed in love
At all the unavoidable complications
We were free to foist upon ourselves
When it’s not really memory that counts
The perception of memories
By some rememberer
But the fact of a consciousness
That cannot be killed
And has a name
The mystery that finally
Connects us now
We’ve made it here
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