12.17.2009

Such is Love

it is addressed thusly:
A love so strange to us, yet it shall be our own.

it reads:
The culmination of all things
Our recapitulation brings
The end is nigh and near and here
Life the gift, sufficient, dear.

a postscript is here written:
a pass-word:

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2 comments:

  1. What is deeply true
    Is seldom ever spoken
    In the daily grind

    Let it never be
    Spoken too soon or too late
    Thou whom I loveth

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  2. When Time is in them
    And voice fills their cataracts
    The words are timely

    Inasmuch are truth
    Words have no time and as such
    Are still, are silent.

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