The Great Decision

At one with each other we roam, through the familiar streets of this city adorned with the familiar voice of the nightingales adorned with the familiar sound of the maples singing at the dawn of this age blossomed and resolved to blossom like a smile on the lips now here on the line of time in this moment the endless moment with eternity present, as it were, at its heart empty of the feeling of loneliness broken out of the prison cells we have found each other in the familiar artery of this city like two drops of blood in the warm bed of a capillary kissing each other's heart all of each other's being and resolved, from now on, to kiss each other...