Down The Rabbit Hole





"All love is in vain".


Is all love in vain?


Or is all human life in vain?


In ways we hide behind a body,

A material form imbued 

Through some connection.


A connection, 

A merging,

A convolution.


It was traumatic to 

The essence we once were.


The essence of our deepest desire.




"All love is in vain".


Think about it.




So, how well do you know love?


How well does anyone know love?







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Astral_Tides's picture

Hey hey, your poems turned

Hey hey,

your poems turned 500 this day!

I like to make a deal of milestones.

Gives a chance to celebrate.

An excuse for that which always existed in your case.


Love is in the air these valentine days.

I think a ones sense of love for another is never duplicated.

Unique every time.

As a love becomes born, it willl exists in a binary orbit

always sequential and esoteric

within a personal nebula.

brilliant globes revolving around one another

until they bind through collision


become seperated

floating away from their momentary connection.

The spaces between stars,

the darkest of areas,

fight for a handful of such surface elements.

Okay, I am applying the brakes now.

Thanks for the inner voyage.






"The stars awaken a certain reverence, because though always present, they are inaccessible; but all natural objects make a kindred impression, when the mind is open to their influence." R.W.E.



nightlight1220's picture

It certainly appears that way

It certainly appears that way to me, Astral. Thanks for reading and commenting. Always a pleasureful experience.


...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."

"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "