It’s like the whirlybird,
the giddy rush, the pulse, pulse, pulse
of white-hot blood,
volcanoes, seismic dislocations,
unrelenting, unbearable joy,
unrepeatable, irrevocable,
so tender it hurts,
and it happens only once
in a lifetime
and we never forget it.
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