LOVE
I'd guess it's a word without pasting,
no glower, no sheen. An idea which
existed - all around us - since the
very first day; how else could any of
this be? When they walked in the
Garden did anyone know it would
then somehow come to this? To be?
And what have we squandered away
for these sad and so momentary
minor distractions?
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