Wednesday, October 28, 2009

such rubbish the mind makes

what if you collected everything that makes love,
that you love, that feels love,
would it be love?
and then if someone found it
rotting years later in the box in your bed,
would they find love?
and if you forgot about it
and thought you lost it
and then suddenly remembered
where its been, would it be
lost and found love?

is life like this?
like language?
where a word here or there
makes a huge difference
to the sense it makes.

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