A Love Like Vague
Nothing spoken, nothing tensed,
Or nothing sharply out-of-phase,
But something that is slowly sensed,
A re-tuned hum, a distant haze,
That draws me daily through the maze
With more for than agenst.
Nothing solid, nothing whole,
Or nothing with a cutting edge,
But something with a little soul,
A knowing twinge, a gut-felt hedge,
That walks me out upon the ledge
With just enough control.
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