Here is the briefest of an instance
With no gauge, appreciable distance
From lost of then to what seems now
Could not be true or real somehow
Here is a gift of soon vacuity
A kind of perpetual annuity
Maybe preparation for the abyss
One never ending tender kiss
Here is a method to prevail
To grasp the moment, not exhale
Then look upon the light of stars
Discovering there of all memoirs
Here is a simple, honest word
That’s kind of subtly absurd
As it fell so gently from above
The word I speak to you is love
©HeyHey 2020
