Breadth Bare Love

Caught at love, left at love--

incorrigible passions overextended.

Who so, and how so came to be--

he/she entire, given to it.

Who, what afforded them the singsong

of the heart's blood?

Slight mouth to utter of it, kiss upon it...

these heights were weathered, to syphon

singular source.

Foretold of but once, gaining unfulfilled

prophecy by all born of it.

Love itself a labor of...all labor back to itself.

An incentive burrowed to our core in advance

of us.

Beyond all sound retreat, love hath been our

steadfast apocalypse.

As was lent purgatory, divisive pathways atone--

as holds true love Is, and love Is what bore

worth loving.

The soul has been fetched from start to finish,

breadth bare love.

Konstantinos Mark

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