Blind and deaf

Love is soft

It feeds on chemicals

and its own roots

Just to get the strength

To overcome its own frailty

The consequence of its

Hurried first steps

And after a fashion

It grows into deep black certainties

So big they shrink any doubts

And then

trust is gone and you wonder if the fuckers

praised be them

will ever time-travel

You see, maybe

in some moments in its descent

It has shed some light here and there

And we wonder how much of it was worth

the cigarettes and fantasies

and dreams

memories

Symbols

Songs

Recipes

Scenes

Books

And everything else that

With such light

Became so clearly beautiful

Growing into your own shadow