on Love

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on the desire to see you existing

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And if love is not a projection but projection is love, like a screen

a sheltered passage

to filter the violence

.         the purity

.         the obvious

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The desire to see you alive

how everything seems justified

in your very presence

how you are incarnated

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And if it is projection that’s love

.         to protect

from this angle, what is this angle ?

from which I am watching you

from which my entire being is exposed

to the radiance of your presence

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to the mere thought of your existence

.

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Like a screen, Like a veil

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on this strange pain

 

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