love cannot be deceived
but it can be mimicked
thru numb taxonomies
and damsels to the
obvious

things, non-things,
eyes and the space
between, the anointed,
the damned,

the longing for unity
for things in our likeness
brings forth love's ultimatum
and thusly our crisis--
All or the death
of semblance perceiver
that knew Illusion for christ

but it is our summoning
of love's power too soon or
too late that is the mistimed
prayer to symmetry
to which
our world is made prey to the
World that duly consumes

and the figure that thought
that truth was to be gained
and coalesce to be had
sinks below
grasping on certainties
removing the veiled focus
for fresh eyes to see
the bare world

we hide the wick
forget the heart
convince ourselves
to be tired
as we plant stake
in surer realms swearing

"never again,"

as the roots
of the earth
wait for our
taxonomies
to know them
to be mothers
and fathers
as the roots
of the soul
wait for our
reverence
and our worship
as we seem to
be fixated on
merely their
fruits
as our heart
waits to be guided
in firmaments of
refuge rather than
shambles of immediacy

for our All could be grounded
and united
that which is to
that which could be
for when we summon Love
it may find the avenues to
bring forth true wholeness

always and forever

rather than testify for
numb taxonomies that
do not know the soul
do not know the root
do not know the source
and do not wish to know
for Now is their resolve
Now removed from the past
Now removed from the future
Now removed from the heart
Now removed from the mind

only empty sensations that
are not woven or rooted
empty sensations that cannot grow
empty rituals that do not prove themselves
and thus need our argument.

but love cannot be deceived
if conjured in such instance
it will destroy the world that
attempted its birth

make desperate
make afraid
bring to panic
until we kneel
and remember
and divide not
the whole cycles
that brought us forth
and worth through them
and speak on their behalf
and love through them
and cherish what will last