Beyond
No need to cite
Or pen fond writes
Or sacred space
To word fine trace
No need to think
Or cast verge brink
Or even feel
The loss of thrill
No need to chance
Upon a dance
Or come to know
The loss of flow
No need to urge
That fatal surge
Or even see
What yet may be
No need to touch
For love moves much
Or style deep proof
Or spice up truth
Leon Enriquez
21 February 2019
Singapore
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