Your Singularity

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Each human form craves to connect beyond the husk of pain

We search across the boundless space that threatens naught to wane

Like one hundred thousand stars distant to my hands

Or a hundred million grains cast upon the strands

Humanity bears many seeds, each is its own delight

Improbable to fill the need, I caught one in my sight

Its tender lace of fronds unfurled, a fern of tender green

Vulnerable my heart was caught, so sure I've never been

Renewing hope in a true love, your tenderness, your voice, your touch

Make a search of the forest world seem hardly much.

Each day appears new shoots or buds as if they always grew

On stems or leaves before unblemished by the beat

The fern stretches out under the sun, protected from the heat

It knows not the source of nourishment, it simply basks in life anew.

Your Singularity - The Courage of Intimacy by Keith Ainsworth                                                                                                                                                                2