to amuse divine
divisions were made to fuse and twine...
solar with opposite polar
luminous with tenebrous
sour salt and bittersweet,
liquid flow to concrete
counterparts incomplete
if they should never meet
the urge to merge
from bee to tree
and you and me
it dwells in atoms and cells...
this invasive persuasive sense
to unify, intensify dense
resounding from celestial tongue
compounding paradoxes are sung
it is the unending tale
steadying the blending scale
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