Fall and All

Dusty Hope

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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