I know now love by its impossible measure that itS denial, equally forms its presence but that the imagination still seek its flesh / will not still   the human cry -   how name the sorrow, that defines you as those who define their well being in eelfish smugness   we know the world will go   .   it was not the distance gone nor what I saw regaled my change of mind; it was the edge   a margin to   the changeable energy of uncertainty that yields to this thought:   to be without you   a simultaneous sense of life/ its obliteration   .   I walk from the hole   to love/   the mirrored edge that cast me

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