Endless florescence of innumerable random coincidences
Called existence
Burnished by deep erotic longing for existing;

Shadowed by hidden erotic longing
For unforeseeable outcomes in utter random re-forming
Called death:

Existing is not alone the expression of our meeting,
Nor death the seal of final parting.
Both are partial,
Incomplete meetings, partial partings;
Subsumed utterly
In sparkling waves of unknowable continuing.

All moving in immense tides of radiant love:
Inconceivable love not contained in any limits of any existing or dying,

But shining, flourishing in every instance
Endless
And without purpose.

Dear Heart,
There is no completion.