THE NOTION OF OUT-LOVING ONE ANOTHER
Once upon a very long time ago, there popped up a beautiful concept.
How – on this earth – to out-love one another?
It was an inspired idea. It was worth pursuing.
So I chased it up awhile.
Out-loving anything begins at home. Like charity.
When I count to 9 I see 3. Of 3. I’m pleased. I should.
it’s like 20/20 vision but better. Or, a thrice of triangles.
I would in that context say it was 49/51, to me.
That translates, now, into 102%.
The 2% that makes a difference, is invisible.
I do believe that I know I could sustain myself in this way until ever. And a day.
I am good to myself like that.
Yes. Love is Epic. Operatic. A little bit spastic.
And call Love a retard. On a level, it is.
In fact, call it whatever the fuck you like.
Love – IS Love – is love.