Comm-Link’s down… E-demon’s ruling the airwaves… Data’s gotten increasingly sketchy… Over.

From the outset I assumed you were infinite
I could look at things no other way, love
Never a presumption I nearly had the inside track
Nor a comprehensive handle on your being
It was more that the morsels gleaned from your breadcrumbs
Out-sparkled what normally preoccupied me
And my spidey sense smiled certain, grew quiet
Like recognizing a feeling once shared long misremembered
In some holier-than-this-world condition
Not for one second about concluding your dossier
Or mistaking the familiarity as completed
It was an embracing of a wish, love, without limit
A healing insight, not a piercing one
To know and be known in naive but learning trust
That this new landscape was worthy of the long trek.

_______RS

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