Love is a zero-letter word.
Love is an early sign of
self-awareness.
Love is the universe before
division thought
it was the subject to be taught.
Love is the image of my daughter
with her daughter and that great
embrace
of all fertility goddesses to their
left and to their right.
In the middle of our song of love,
I come to myself within a dark wood
where the straight way begins and
ends.
As every second is the sign of one.
So what exactly is
the sound of cutting off our left
trees
to save my right face?
Heraclitus never changes.
Change is emptiness.
Form is climate.
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