Careening Towards the Paradox

I have a burden here.
I have a burden which I never revealed;
and every time I face my fear
it brings me near;
nearer to you
in memory's sweetest embrace;
the smile in digits'
instantaneous increments
of a love between points
A & B
in a sea of painted glass;
stained crass labours
reaching out
abbreviating time spent waiting;
careening towards the paradox,
where you and I always encounter each other
for the first time;
henceforth and forever.


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