A soul for a soul -- merchant of souls, two
Blending together in a seeming whole,
Differences dissolved, absolved: this passion
Is life's completion, but perfection
Cannot bear itself for long; so from a finished life
Are borne anew and sharper edges, likenesses to be smoothed
Until they fit into the whole, at which juncture
Their conjunction splits apart, breaking and reforming,
Flowing ceaselessly into and out from itself,
Calling in each generation renewed and eternal anguish,
An original destiny manifest in all its instigations, reconfigurations,
In every separate ripple of the whole, and wholly pumping, heart.
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