Seduction is always the seduction out of time,
fulfillment always in the moment.
This is how we are held by eternity and
time. We know the grip well. Long to feel
it again when it is released. Feel that freefall
into that abyss where we can grasp nothing
and nothing, no one reaches out. Until.
We were made to be seduced and fulfilled.
And to pray whispered undulations, Again.
Enough is never enough.
The midwife, whose hands first touch us,
casts the spell of time and eternity into us.
The first word we speak, Yes.
-Byron Hoot
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