Shall I do writ?
Of this those
Humans
In their humanity
call love?
In our forms
Of manifested
Working models
Of that which spins
Us all for a loop
Truth exposed
To all the levels
Until a being burst
from the driving need
To preform
In the act of compassion
Into this out coming
Of a best case
rosy glowing
happy every after
The universes particularities
Cast love as the network
Of that which we built
From
unto those we deliver it to.
In it's disguise
Of reality.
And what better sign?
Than causality
All the way's
choosing for truth...
In such her ways
leading us to where the love rests.
Us
in all our cases of pain.
Into a bosom.
Found
on the other side
Of the void
Within.
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