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a poem against "what if" // hunimuni poetry 003

A lesson on the present:
Time is a thief, lest we die unbloomed
A pile of regrets, an agony of neglecting to seize "what is"
Revel in truth
Reveal the rhythms pulsing from within
The eyes betray
Proclaim, defies logic
Confess, confirm
Wrestling with the other senses'
attempts to deny, conceal, or bury
Lost in the cadence, my cells chant
Tremble
To douse any flickers of doubt and to honor the present:
I love you
Now, now, now
Ripely so, than to suffer the agony of silence

“There are all kinds of love in this world, but never the same love twice”
~ F. Scott Fitzgerald, “The Great Gatsby”

And so we love
Philia, agape, storge, pragma

And so we receive, we give, we give thanks

I love you