the edges of myself

words, words, words

my love for you

flattens all constructs,

replaces ideas,

fragments the structures

so clearly fixed.

 

it leaves me amongst

the rubble and decay

of beliefs and images

held dearly since

the beginning of time.

 

understanding as a caterpillar

taking to her chrysalis, that

with the death of certainty,

comes the birth of

flight.

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