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"Love Burns Deeply, As In A Pit.

Hearts Fuse In Love, Such Burning, And Such Heat."



The focus tightens on the bug, impaled

as specimen and art; gold, cursed pin.

Transcending death, ignominy and pain,

his Time moves slowly as though it has failed.

With plaintive, oh, so plaintive transfixed eye

the insect fills his final urgent quest

and desperate search, ending in gentlness.

Like our two hearts suspended once, not free,

but now's the time, defined the place hearts kissed,

and by the re-enactment -- often -- prove

"Time Passed" is not "Time Wasted" if it's caught,

and here and now, and you and I prove Love.

I am that bug; Love pins me here, transfixed.

You are  "Only",  thus "First" and "Last" mean nought.