nothing remains
other than to be love
love itself
it can no longer be contained
nor can it continue
to be divided into another
for now
it is not of what is within
it is now
everything
no longer nesting in the chest
it will not be contained
it has abandoned the formalities
body arms heart
all thrown to the wind
the attire of space solids time
we saw them fly off
no one is left
apart from love
no one in the margins
love
now is
everthing
by Lorena Lobita Wolfman © 2010
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