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How can one

be so close yet so  ----      far

at the same time

while still

believing they are precisely

where they should be?

Have you ever

tried to muffle light

with your body or soles?

Will it matter that what you Will

inevitably choose

Will come to pass as choice?

Would it have been different

if we could still change

our mind?

What if at most fear

(or what if atmosphere)

was all that held us in and kept us

in our quagmired violence by blood-curdling,

perpetual blue light

-not saying-never-mind?

It is a thin line

without direction

Where would you go?

Image credit By Ken Billington (Own work) [CC BY-SA 3.0 (http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/3.0)], via Wikimedia Commons. 

A more & A greater than

Z sing iz, the buzz on thee,

Love is too little, jolie, jolie, jolie,

Je t’adore. Je t’ aime. Jest a phaze

Pshaw, lust must pass away.

Love’s haze, amazes me, truly,

enamored in deceitful enamel,

this shine, all mine, in Love.

Trivial, no? Failure in this,

is mans kind demise,

dismissal of duality

a potential of casualty-

could be more…

In love,

first, then find.

F is force, for P, probability

E is of course our energy, and

why, z axis, a spot on a plane

two dimensions entwined,

I find lines hold space,

needing each other just as much

for meaning and definition,

listen...

it sounds like hummmmm

with i 

and feels like u.


Painting by Joshua Reynolds, 'Mrs. Abington as Miss Prue in Love for Love' (1771) in [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.