Loose cannon is your love, not gift.
It strikes your brain, your soul, bones,
Such wave of feelings make you drift.
And soon you'll smash on underwater stones,
It's so quiet in the coolest depth.
Nirvana is the loveless state of living,
Sub rosa, this you wanted, yes?
Let those there, up above, strive milling.
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