The one you love is always the one who loves you.
Your thinking is always—someone else thinking inside of you.
And that’s what love is. Love is desire. Desire is, and already is, what you do.
Did I just do that? did I just think that? you say.
Yes you did. And what you did a long time ago is what you are and exactly who you are today.
Things change outside, but you don’t change. You are
Not the light that flickers. The flickering light is not the star.
The flickering lights are not what you love, or will ever know.
That’s right. Look. The curving sunlight is moving. Into the shoot you go.
You are the universe trying to get into something very small.
Here comes your lover. The uncanny face. And you are not exactly sure—are you?—exactly how tall.