POEM: And Love Comes, However Inconceivably

There I stood
I was in
That not so thin line
Between getting
More than I could ask for
And more than I bargained for
The distinction of
Or the convergence of thieves
Still born
Of one accord
I went to the
Fore sum
More
, , and
Only to find myself
A loan
The of
Having
Souled out
What I kneaded
Only awkwardly grasping
Elusive presence
Fore me
It was
I am
Mine too
In vest
the wile
Selling my wears
In what too due
I will
Caste out
This ward robe
Such a flat attire
And commanding duds
As the spruce
Following suit
In the sparrow weigh
And a will scant due
Compared too
Trends figuring
Brighter than bright
Shining like a son
Without be getter
Unable to look
In the face of Goddess
And live
As kin udder boobs
Possessing womb to grow
Nor looking back
Staring into the
Proffering doubt
Up front
That the hole is greater
Than the sum of the parts
Bought to you
Buy a hire
A savor of experiences
Made passable
Of that is gratuitous
As invalid
Inexorably pro cure
As if
Dogmatically heel
Only to that witch is
But a wrestful
In the face
Of free dumb
And drawl conclusions
A cross the lyin'
Thinly veiled
And will
You bye it
When fair it out
A world without heir
Oar a descent living
As kin dread spirits
Ascertain as
And more taxing
An undistinguished
Seized
Except for inaugural bawls
And conclusive wimpers
Stand up!
Arise from your grave condition
And deathly accommodations
A veil your self
Of divine under standing
Aura new day dawns
Illiciting epiphanies
As on the everlasting alms
found
secured
And comes
However inconceivably

cannot be stopped.  Love under-girds the beneficence of .  Love can be plausibly denied, just as can be plausibly denied.  Focusing on other things, lesser things than love, may seem more productive in everyday .  Of coarse, the of life is often more repetitive than re-productive.  Love, as is , is a gentleman, amongst other things, and heels in the presents of unimaginable .  A similar sentiment is sublimely expressed by , a beloved to millions, a beloved to One:

IT'S RIGGED

by (as translated by Daniel Ladinsky)

It's rigged – everything, in your favor.
So there is nothing to worry about.

Is there some position you want,
some office, some acclaim, some award, some con, some lover,
maybe two, maybe three, maybe four — all at once,

maybe a relationship
with
?

I know there is a goldmine in you, when you find it
the wonderment of the earth's gifts will lay
aside as naturally as does
a child a
doll.

But, dear, how sweet you look to me kissing the unreal;
comfort, fulfill yourself in any way possible — do that until
you ache, until you ache,

then come to me
again.

 

 

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