Rare numbers let us tempt, and countenance
Old superstitions squarely: exorcise
Belief in seven year curses and bad luck:
Impertinent fancies better left forsaken.
Now I will have you nearly at arm's length,
Reaching across a thousand miles, I seal
Our tenuous bond in riddles, bound in this
Union, like two fish writhing in a net,
Not touching, yet joined at the fingertips:
Two tangible threads in an ethereal web.
Remember never to disjoin this bond
Entwined by chance; and, pray, discover in this
Enigma how I dwell upon your name.
1.23.01
Old superstitions squarely: exorcise
Belief in seven year curses and bad luck:
Impertinent fancies better left forsaken.
Now I will have you nearly at arm's length,
Reaching across a thousand miles, I seal
Our tenuous bond in riddles, bound in this
Union, like two fish writhing in a net,
Not touching, yet joined at the fingertips:
Two tangible threads in an ethereal web.
Remember never to disjoin this bond
Entwined by chance; and, pray, discover in this
Enigma how I dwell upon your name.
1.23.01
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