My soul, the limiting factor

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Lonely are those

wrapped-up

in themselves,

As we would be

points

in absolute space

never unfolding

in lattice structure

never partaking

of divine grace.

And though time

be an enemy

and mass

weary our souls,

without this

space-time extension

our senses

would never know,

That life is an interval

of love

Space a function of time

Space-time an interval

of understanding

that given a moment, a universe

will synchronize,

A synthesis of love

 Being a (man) is sometimes

             (bipedal creature of unique intellect)

being gentle

Being a (woman) is sometimes

             (bipedal creature of unique intellect)

being firm

Not till you can peer over the edge

of your own abyss

and see my broken (life)

                              (an aggregate of local-energy

                               probabilities)

and forget self

and lose self

to (save) mine

    (ignoring the random and unwanted factors

      introduced … selflessness)