Time is love did you know that?
Space is love.
Past is love and present, too.
Gravity, that apple, is love.
Flesh is love and bone is love.
The sword love, the gun love.
Everything do you see that
All is love now if you believe it?
No, I don't really believe it, either.
I've always wanted to believe it. I always will.
Once I crossed over to the other side
And it was so – only pure, ecstatic love.
Nothing else but love anywhere at all
Except here, in this place -
Why?
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