The Word I Speak

 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

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