some midweek inspiration

Our two souls therefore, which are one,
Though I must go, endure not yet
A breach, but an expansion,
Like gold to aery thinness beat.

If they be two, they are two so
As stiff twin compasses are two;
Thy soul, the fix'd foot, makes no show

To move, but doth, if th' other do. Yet, when the other far doth roam,

And though it in the centre sit,

It leans, and hearkens after it,

And grows erect, as that comes home.

Like th' other foot, obliquely run;
Such wilt thou be to me, who must,
Thy firmness makes my circle just,
And makes me end where I begun.

-John Donne "A Valediction Forbidding Mourning"
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