i refuse to N O T

words capture not the visceral
tingle of
lives intertwining
in a way
that is more than accidental
on purpose
fate
stars
crossed or not
i'll never know or say for
certain
yet
inaction on the reaction felt
by virtue of
listening to syllables enunciated
seems such
a
terrible
pity
a waste
of sorts
like garbage strewn
black-bagged
on the hot, odorous
alleys
of a city
like new
york

not feeling
or
love
or even
lust
but
life
force
heart
beat
connection
you said it, language.
we don't often speak the same--we humans--
although if lucky, we
may ark
our particular positive
neutron
proton
action
and somewhere
the yin
yang principle
might bless
rainbow-hues
to meld

cross-continental distance
and sometimes
personality

cause us to
N O T

and i refuse to not
say
that
i hope we meet again
i hope your life brings tears of beauty to your cheekbones,
more often
than any other
amount
of effervescent-soul-emotion

that your spirit stirring the cacophany into a symphony yields
hope
and light
to every dreamy
aspect of
existence as you feel
and know
it to be
...