the ideas we love
the idea of love
people
they are..
we are,
fungible pieces
of, and in,
the whole-
rather, the idea
and as we die
the idea
it must live on
as so shall we
in the amaranthine of love
and its omnipresent obeisance
or it would be that
our deaths
would be an allegory of perdition
a memory’s coup de grace
succumbing to a solemn, muted finality
and our lives
cloistered into obscurity
a sojourn of nihility
meandering to a wend of infinite futility
ideas
the ideas of love
the idea of love
you may go
but the idea,
it must stay
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