the road to love leads to a narrow cross-
ing where what we hold most dear
becomes a total loss
and just because love and death
are locked in a dire embrace
closer than
an oyster and its pearlor a root-hair in the soil
only a special kind of freedom
will free them from themselves
but luckily or unluckily for us
the road to death disturbs us
with its amazing zigzags
up to the mountain top
where there is no body left
to see love doesn’t stop
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