A man plays with love
like a kitten to a ball of thread
the thread rolls a length
that a kitten cannot locate
and then a man finds love
but there is nothing to bond with
just as the kitten cannot
relate a bone to that of the puppy
so does love and permanence
so does a lifetime and a spark
come to terms with
and life crawls on
upon a slime and a stalk
snailed, hard covered, slow
mindlessly.
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