290/300: Love Theory

Oskar in glasses

I have a theory about love.
The entire world is love,
even the ugly parts
and the bloody conflicts,
the word wounds we type and mouth,
the manipulations we implement
to force our fears' agenda.
They leap from fear,
and our fear leaps from what we love.
It is how we mindlessly, magnetically cling
when we think we might lose the love
we have erroneously attached
to the objects of being.
We strike for love,
we beat and shout and fight for love,
only none of us know it
while we sit within the loud pall of fear
hating the other
for the love we think they steal.

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291/365: Thieved

Here Is a Very Handsome Man