What Of Love

it is still of us / human / with all its frailties / imperfections
but for the chemicals that flood our bloodstream / ancient unguents
we any of us are not real in any possible sense
we are each of us so alone in the river
don’t be afraid / it’s ok
let us now give thanks

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