that love was intricately tied to joy
that the brain's oxytocin was linked
to a big unabashed grin
Until I experienced
how loss unlocked
the max capacity of love
and with it
all the rage
for having nowhere to put it
I've been thinking
about how the eye
is almost exactly half full
with the black that allows light
The paradox of it
Oddly comforting
that there could be darkness
orchestrating the light
that there exists spite
on the path
towards what's right
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