“who needs
love?”
some ask
sober from a long bout
of drunkenness
on the fine sprites
of the finer ***

“I can go on!
I will go on!
alone!
I shall!”

I know
I know
It’s not surprise
but riddle me
this:

why would you want
to?

forget logic
or sense
or thought
or doubt

we’re talking love!
the most powerful
lack of power known
to man

what else can make you tremble,
as your love’s voice on the telephone?
what else can make you wonder,
like the idea of even holding their hand?
what else can hurt,
worse than hear hearing her say
“no”?

we embrace it because we cannot
refute it

it is the mongol horde
and we are the simple
farmers

but this army does not come
seeking destruction,
though it does posses,
and often uses,
that power.
Instead, it seeks to create,
in you and in others,
a realization that the world
is more than dirt and gravity
and science

“there is more to be found,
so find it”
love says to you

and coming up from your stupor
you do not yell as you just had
and instead nod silently and begin
to run in no particular direction
at all