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Our Transcendent Function.

So close. So
goddamn intimate,
the relationship
between
what we love
and what we hate.

Cut the corpse,
it bleeds life. Look
into another, find
at long last
where death resides.

Bipolar extremes
at either end
of a great, wide
and cold divide,
a dam inside like a held

breath, tension
builds exponentially
without release
far passed
the known threshold

until finally,
inevitably,
and with uncompromising
intensity..

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