I was born without you, into you
Like the moon from earth, without
Waxes and wanes, pulling along
Her tides of hope and despair
You, worship at a cold temple of fusion
Like earth, your whirling circumambulation,
Draws out solar flares of passion,
Looped prominences of reasoned thwart
Phantom suns, you and I on either side of imagined perfect
blue noons
Concentric circles, you and I, meeting nowhere
But for perfect empty spaces at the core
You were whole, before me
And I,
Nothing 
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