death becomes our central feature
though we love what is immortal
all around us and struggle daily
to reclaim it for ourselves
by setting our lives in close proximity
to animals and minerals and plants
but to have your love rejected
even if with no unkindness
forces all that love inside
to abide as longing and
the knowledge one is alone
and still dying despite love
actually existing in the world
actually having created the world
for to live apart from love
and make a life in opposition to it
turning bread to stones
out of boredom and the need
for something new
is the true evil
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