Objectivity I

There is an object close to my love

It is the memory of love

And the object of its presence

 

There is an object close to my love

It stays there, closing in on the closed up of Love’s unchange

 

It does not love, it is love

It is love, it is not Love

 

Love that could not be, this is the object of love

The form of the impossible form of Love.

 

It is the promise of love

The lowercase intention of uppercase Love

That will be broken, broken off

The unbreakable Love

It will be the forgotten object, the unmade object

It will be the unintended love

Love’s uncased lowest object.

 

There is an object close to the love of Love

It is the object difference of the impermanent things

Inspired by an unspeakable meaning

A person who has been at work in the sunlight.

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