It is the way one melts into the other. A sofa. A car seat. Walks by rivers. Tents near oceans.
That day I believed I owned a particular drawer.
And we will consider the way the gods continually transform into one another. Aten, by analogy, becomes Yaweh. Bes becomes Horus. And so too in this mortal frame do many things mingle.
The touch of one lover is the same as another.
I think it better, then, to utter their specific qualities, but will not.
To the form of mirror. The form of love. The form of chair. For each, should there be a perfect version somewhere in the aether, I already know the names.
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