They talk about Making

Love is not a finite resource

it makes itself

squelch as we might

or see here,

to a point .

tied in a knot

it expresses

itself elsewhere

aplomb

as much as living

is holding on

footing

the involuntary scales

of existential crises

Love cries unabashedly

as the innocent babe

that may be swaddled

or cuddled or throttled

by the mechanic cleaning

of the Nanny

in the body

who chides and tickles

its ego

on a whim

second guessing

how or why or wherefore

to begin

to salt and pepper

what has already begun

and now runs

to unknown curtains

a shadow stain

resistant to mopping

or other hand holding

Love is not a finite resource

02.09.2024

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