A Mobius Union

My soul knows this place,
our souls remember this place.
The place where the beginning and the ending collide,
where time gets obscure and space dissipates.
At places like this, one would expect qualm.
But here, we had each other.
And so, no qualm could get to us,
as we grasp the fact that everything conspired for our union,
and everything must evaporate into nihility,
for this to persist.

By: Manni Veena, Seremban.