Another set of words
To join the countless rest
The many on and on
About love and all its folly
And all its uncompromising truth
Its glory and its chastisment
its ecstasy
its horrid retreats
its final mystery

this is just another piece of prose
another fools attempt to translate
all the roaring commotion
the chaos of passion
the torrid confusion
into something relatable

but it is only understandable
because I suspect, my friend,
you may know of what I speak

this world where what I say I am
has turned inside to out
and I am barely known…

furthur, I can say
that that love has torn me limb from limb
and put me back together in new ways
with functions quite contrary to my haughty reason
and where I thought myself without my wits
love has called me cured!

ha ha!
such flagrant neglect of the mediocre!
And love has welcomed me away

I beg your understanding-- for already I am gone!

oh, dear---
enough of this attempt!


---julfire