Which I have all along been sketching
It turns out in the back of my brain
I try to venture something further
Than my earlier never-completed
Volumes on the same theme
Which failed to balance satisfactorily
The reality of death against
The abstract actuality of love
Which drives the world
In noble and sentimental ways
Those who say only death
Will tell you the truth
And those who know
That’s what love is for
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