Recursion

What purpose is there 
To your meeting? 
Is it the ego’s need 
To be satisfied it is remembered? 
The hope that the flame 
Survives unextinguished? 
That sparks remain on standby 
Ready to reignite? 
That what was is now 
No mere pile of ashes? 

They look at one another 
Without eyes 
Bodies in the present 
Spirit-bodies intertwined 
Somewhere in the past 
Still alive in memory 
Of touch flesh sinew 
With the vision 
In their peripherals 
Of the alternate future 
That never came to pass 
Because it should never 
Have been conceived 

Sustenance 
They depart with sustenance 
A precise need met 
From the only source it can be 
Drawing them back 
To their only watering well 

Drink deep 
For you do not know when 
If at all 
You will next get the chance 
To dance in your circles 
Of endings that  
Never want to end