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In finite terms
you and I are
the unfinished
finding clues
to the infinite
in items unmarked and
finely clustered

and when eternity
has had her way
with us, the predetermined
of our nature will bow
in deference to our

lit by the unknowable
our infantile known
will surrender its tantrums
to the tantric delights
of the sacred unknown

by means of which
we tumble headlong
through the center of the mystery
long enough to choose

to plunge ourselves
again into the finite
where joy awaits

to catch us with her
thoughtful open arms.

You first.

© Elaine Stirling, 2011
Image by psion005 @deviantART