The Secret Splendour

From quivering parts we've pierced to the calm whole,

Timeless and spaceless mid the lengthening streets.

Skies of fixed stars we've caught in lone heartbeats.

Farness is now a bow-string stretched to a taut

In-seeking, so love's arrow be fire-shot

Deeper than intimate touch's warmest goal.

We've reached the Rapt One every lover has sought:

 Devourer of distances—the dreamer Soul.

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