Improbable

I am alone and yet it does not feel lonely. It feels to me as if the world is growing closer, as if all the lovers have become one and all the thoughts united and all the faces a blur of one face and that face says I am stunning and I am certainly stunned by it's stunning face which is truly the face of love.

The improbability of this moment is beyond calculation, beyond the odds of any one whether mathematician, or poet, or pyschoanalyst, or even realist. There is nothing real, or realistic, or rational about this moment. It is the fairy tale without the glass mountain, the fable with no hidden threat. It is the green knight after he has returned and carries his lady's favors forever more.

Here is where the music climaxes and the french horns soar into an ecstasy that brings tears to every eye. Here is where the sun highlights the world in deep dark shadowy light. Here is where the alpha and omega discover their origins and here is a place where every answer is a question.

This is the first place, so long disguised that no one ever believes that and the last place, though no one believes that either.

I am here for you. I always have been. I always will be. We are so much alike no one can tell us apart

Not even me