Every few days I try to duplicate
the circumstances of our first chance meeting.
You walking out for lunch,
maybe shopping for furniture.
Me ambling about town, wondering
how much longer I can stay in the city
without any sort of reason
to keep me going.
If I repeat the formulae of our origins
I hope to recreate our own unique alchemy.
Maybe then I’ll spin gold
out of this goat shit we’ve found for ourselves.

Patterns and rituals are what shall save us.
Ritual patterns will make us whole.

The repetition, the return to history,
the renovation and rejuvenation
all have purpose.
They will serve in saving us.
If I find the place where it went wrong
then a simple revision will right our course
and we can become what we were always meant to be.
That is the hope, of course.
That is the plan.
So I’ll wander the streets
seeking a chance
to get back to where we once belonged.

Patterns and rituals can fix our future.
Ritual patterns will bring us home.

When we start over, this is how it shall go:
Hi there.
“We don’t know each other
but I feel like we should.
There is something about you
that I would very much like to know
and I feel it might be mutual.
I hope it might be mutual.
Let it be mutual.
Do you like to dance?”

It is different from how we started
but I think
It will make us stronger.

Patterns and rituals are what can help us.
Ritual patterns will make us one.