when words get strung together like music

a becoming that insists

she restores the order in my universe
everything around me seems brighter
a better grasp of my own position
through anchoring hers

how do I deny such knowing
such settling of peace
there is a rhythm it sings
a natural state it springs

how do we stop an evolution
a becoming that insists

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