Love, I ask. Is it a question of being this and not that?
Are you a thing that can be explored or are you a feeling
That must be felt? What's the difference? Where are
The edges of this consumption, this gravity? Are they
Chemically engineered by Darwin's predecessors to
Oxytocinize and make for more better masses or do
You scrutinize as a romance, watch as a novel,
Describing with eyes that do not acquire light
And ears that cannot hear sound, deftly playing
Catch in the front yard after digging another
Post hole for the fence's repair?
Roman Ryan 