When she had asked for an intervention
Not only had God listened, it turned out
From the panther that had reclaimed her
Spirit as it was being led too far astray to
The oldest in memory
That still had no name
She was caught in the middle
Like an atom as rendered split
Energy exploding to bridge worlds
So tears in their fabric could reknit
He was the lock
She was the key
Mutual desire
Set them free
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