Like a comma, your hand curled in mine as we descended into an ancient/new reality.
Our feet, awkward with joy, strolled between the unfazed columns of Hades.
Each sunlight-seeking step tilted us just so,
a few scant degrees at a time,
till upon exit we strode in synchrony.
How did we begin? they ask —
how does anyone?
A chance flits by, carried upon an unseen current.
We catch its threads and pull.
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