its love
that is why, what, where, and when
each degree of the answer
held its own quantitive substance
of utmost unfathomable beauty
it is simplicity and elegance
far removed from
everything we complicate
if you wish to know
be prepared to not know
its not the mystery
its the act, the act of
unknown generosity
the offer, beyond request
its not where we look
but its capacity misses none
not one thing
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