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veins

 

Look: how they grow to be each other.
In their veins there is only God.
Each other’s axis, a shimmering shape
that glows, like fire, a rapture, a delight.
They thirst, and are each other’s wine;
see, how they are each other’s seeing.
Let us let each rejoice into the other:
outlasting self, outlasting all.

Rilke, The Lovers, transl. Tom Davis.

 

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