detente, two things at rest, in a position that is Proper, so that some force, small or large, should be needed to change their relationship; detente, when one entity finds in another a Place that Fits, so that it should require Change in one or the other to lose that Place; detente, a Place that where one Belongs, which one can leave only with effort and where one wishes to remain, be it a place in Soul or in Space; detante, when one is locked into a pattern as a train is locked onto a track, great effort being needed to change Patterns and then only at great risk; detente, where I find my being, Spiritual and Spatial, knowing that Change might be beneficial and yet waiting upon things of whose existence I have no evidence; detente.
Reason for writing:
Locked in a one sided love...
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