Preferred to say, “Love,” trying to define it. A life story of wails, fulfillments, times lost, enjoying atmosphere. So philosophic: dark clouds, gray adventures, holding it together—those reaching arms. To see a culture; in feeling cultures; to sense giving immortality … amazed by how detached it can all be … I willed a feeling. It voiced its touch. I pulled away—focused on trepidation. With each wish, each glance, I sense it’s dependent—at some point, a given. Preferred to say, “Adoration,” trying to live it. A partial understanding, a spatial sunbeam—affected by the idyllic.
