even love and life itself lack eternity
my love
I promise nothing but my temperament
temporary temperance
I provide only apathy
my love
loves entropy
I envy her
empathy
is no more a stranger to language
than irony, loss or forgiveness
life is gifted as a cage
within a cage
name your third a home
and sleep
do you fear the exit sign
as most?
I search for anguish and find it no more
than I see reason to smile
and yet you do
truth lives beyond you
and you will never know her name
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