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These two spiral heart strings against a glittered black velvet universe seem to travel in opposite directions in the same circle of space. Winding down and on just the right turn almost seem to touch an illusion paonted by the artisan masters of the universe. Free will, what a splendid curse balancing on the edge of forever forsaken forbidden an ironic twist of a man made ideological prision. The fear of the unknown the joyless anticipation the Gods themselves envy. To become what was made. To immerse the self in wide-eyed wonder and a curiosity omnipitence couldnt even begin to comprehend. And loves capability on all levels seems incomprehensible. To love as we love with our boundaries so tightly wound still thier cruel devices mean nothing to us except the chance to float through eachothers atmosphere to linger for a while after the aching weight of building momentum spinning those strands closer perchance a kiss,  a touch, a look to convey the hope of loves permission granted to wash our souls clean in the glory of immaculate union. To bring the empty shell of emotion a fullness and lightness that even for the slightest moment brings the universe to a stand still and is washed in the intensity of our long held sacrifice bending to the will of the world screams through every plane of existence proclaiming the will to love...

Suddenly the spirals didnt seem to figure any more.