read a thousand love stories, pause, rest awhile, read ten thousand more, and then deny equality.
If you ask for no more than you can give, you ask for not enough
love is imbalance not an equation, with a single solution
love has both constants and variable factors
so you write of tribulations and tributes so you write of lamentations and liftings
you think you are on the same page perhaps but do we not all read at different paces?
one of you is solid, one is dotted and dashed one of you is straight, one is bent, forever curving
when you think you are in balance in the same place in syncopation
perhaps you are for a moment a calculus of one point on a trajectory
and you say I can only ask for what I give and am given and no more, you have miscalculated
this flux flummoxed when the old terrain is flayed flat but thru the windshield you see the plateau ends, the geography unknown,
when you see unknown when you seek the unknown when you give from places you did not know you had to give from when you kiss a hand forΒ Β twenty minutes more than than the one minute you intended when you give more than is asked when you ask for more than you can you think you can give the imbalance is the only concert the imbalance is the the only constant
how do I know this? what are my credentials? you are not a teenage girl, what matters of what you know of these matters?
I am who I am a diversity of man and manner I am past prime and in decline but this I know for having failed ten thousand poem times you must ask for more than one can give
but that's not fair!
silly one, still wretched confused, even after one hundred thousand poem times
you must ask of yourself more than you can give and ask no less demand no less
a body in emotion is not a body in rest when the imbalance is too great or insufficient then you write a poem look in the mirror that cannot lie and move on or move off
and begin to ask yourself to whom may I give myself more than is asked then you have finally asked the correct solution to the unsolvable equation