& If The Meaning Was “Love”/Love/love

& if the meaning was “love”, or Love, or even love,

& if flower petals strewn & scattered & scarred with

spittle, cat fur-flecked crumbs & spite-

then symbol-strange dreams, cascade past my eyes as I sleep-

residue of thought & scarring from Love/”love”/love

& remnants & ruins of placed visited and not visited-

crumbling castles of mind & meaning/less synaptic firing & the meaning is or could be-

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Matthew Oldridge

Writing about creativity, books, productivity, education, particularly mathematics, music, and whatever else “catches my mind”. ~Thinking about things~