love, verbiage, bone, sing, working, magic, gone, ideas, dead, cake, squatting, passage
funny how love
is expressed with such verbiage, inundating all that we know
sunken into the marrow of our bones
we sing it into existence
working it with our hands into some ethereal sculpture
that we imbue with manufactured magic
Logic is ignored so often, it has gone,
leaving us to our neon pink ideas of servitude
self-preserving selfishness is dead
we served it as a cake
to Love, that fat beast squatting over us
our best version of a passage to Somewhere where we see ourselves as More
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