The Milky Way meets Andromeda.
We meet sharing drama.
Celestial largeness simultaneous complete,
while you and I just compete.

The relative aspect of our intuition
invalidates the necessary counter-intuition
to unravel a realm of possibility
only you and I together will not see.

Our necks meet their way to the hangman's noose,
hoping to make loose our intellect loose.
Careful extrospection would so incline
an incautious inspection of a self-evident find.

Your mortal injuries motivate my immortal tears;
the pent-up anguish from ten thousand years.
With divergent energies we will combine,
disparately similar acting in kind

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