Oh, how they war.
The small soldiers of Thought and Action,
in the dome of my mind.

Who will win the battle,
to go down in history?

All for and nothing more
than for a thing once said...
Or a thing once done.

Love...

It isn't what you think.
It's much more than that.

And that too.

I love her.

Basic in it's being.
As such is the keeping of it.

A thesis to the "ins" and "outs."
The "ups" and "downs."
The "all abouts."

An equation of this and that.
In direct proportion to the simplicity of directional momentum...

So do we conclude,
equal complexity
to that which was not spoken.

To that which was kept.

Only relenting to a factor of time.

From which
the variable of existence
can evolve itself.

In and of itself.

In this moment
she is with me.

Through completion
birth creation.

We.

Everything is always.

Even when nothingness seems.

Today,
for this day,
let me bear
the weight of the world.

Let the sky weep on my shoulders.

Let the earth crack with insanity under my feet.

Let the sea rush to drown me with it's sorrow.

Let today be the day that I bleed,
so that gardens may grow tomorrow.

While you have me,
you have all of me.

When you no longer do,
you must let me go.