When two souls meet,
There are sometimes clashes of the unknown
And sometimes clashes of the known altogether,
There are chemical reactions ever there, in the mind,
Maps rearranging themselves and countries fighting again for their lost territories,
There are peace corps and tanks and men dressed in yellow marching on the streets.
There are losses of order and anarchy,
But also revolutions and guerilla fights
All among the grey matter of someone’s being into lightness or lightness into being.