That which we Love
Eventually will Love us back.
If not through concord
Then through the thirst with which a thing
Needs another's shadow more
Finally
Than it needs its own.
This path which we sow--
D'you see it?!
It must be blood,
The richness of iron and
Hemoglobin
Dusting caress with the moon.
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