twinkling into the ether

there is no absolute
love is a brutish phrase
softening to a graceful tune
that bounces and dashes
slows, trips, and falls

twinkling into the ether
i try to catch it all on my palms

and love can be a sweet embrace
that was rolling in a fall
but it doesn’t bounce to then run
it craters and roots slither only to dissolve


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