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Jan 2020
is
the almost nonsense word
that describes
what i feel
when i look at
and see you.

I strongly suggest
that every one of us
jump off of that cliff
of love affair
that seems so unwise
but truly isn't.

Nothing will catch you.

You will fall.

But at the bottom,
is indescribable joy
a chord of music,
sublime and true

This is a monument
to the principle of pith
The pithy truth
that love is a true burden
gradually compressed
by inward growth

The alternative
standing to unfocussed attention
the border of confusion
regret and chaos
is death

to save you from this burden
would be unthinkable.
Written by
Michael Pare Reid
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