When greed is so much easier,
and want is much less precise;
Need can fill a moment with pieces of the self.
Why Love, indeed-
when the salvation march is a single file
and faith is a table for one;
Life is a solitary dream.
So in the mirror we cannot stand mute
as vapors of pregnant breath
carry truths we cannot deny,
Why Love? For it overwhelms my life--
I watch as answers gather
in the wells of my eyes
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