Forehead Touches

When you bring together two of the most 
complicated mechanisms in the universe
you are bound to see nothing and everything

just as the unilateral rule implied: all means
what those three letters say, and when 
my forehead touches yours, I becomes
a thou;grains of;sand, lost in a woods

covered in ripe fruit and moss and 
the temperatures that enable the
flourishing of life, therefore the
fables about fear and the forest

become irrelevant in the physical
bond unseverable in its transience
beautiful in its gentleness

and happily carrying the lives 
of the past's present to the future.

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