Love Is
Some say that Love's
imagination -- no medic
can plot and find; like
science disproves a soul,
better ice cream in a solid bowl --
some say love's a mere
occupation -- Bread and
Butter of the poet; the bard
and musician like snow-balls
scoop-up, compress and throw
it~
stick to the wall a vinyl or perhaps book;
my priest claims highest spiritual
veneration, after earth relocation --
pass the plate, before it's too
late...cheaper now
than after-hours' rate...
seems to preoccupy a world of real time
and space...
that which man can only psychically
place and trace --
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