They know not where they begin; they know not where they end
Life, like a song, a conversation in verse, flows along the meters of time
They have ever met, or never, and forever known one other, or never
This one moment is all there is, and so is the rest of eternity
They have not asked for definitions, nor have described this unison
It is but ephemeral a sensation, it is equally everlasting
Others abound, asking for meaning, for explanation
Poetry unites, literature divides, music strengthens, lyrics weaken
Their art is their own, their heartbeat a singular tone
Ask not: Who is he? Who is she?Nay, ask Who is (s)he?
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