Love is all
And it’s nothing
Wind falls
And waterfalls
And O nothing,
Nothing.
Logic cannot
Overcome
Its constellations
Its contradictions.
Its fevers
Sins and lures.
Rather let its lyres
Bandy about
Act out
Hopes absurd.
Ill contains
Love’s violent wind
As amasses, quags
Bewilders and aspires.
Rather twin and spin
The mortal din
Let its tenderness
Awe and plot
Lead astray
Desire, dismay
Cavort and pray
Pettish and breathless —
Rake up
The sock.
And spin
The lock.
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