How Big Is Love?
People.
Even a few
Are too many to follow.
Moving in a circular way
To cause, and then become,
The vortex of themselves.
A life of singular purpose:
Manufacturing a truth or two
Then commencing to juggle.
Ants,
Who would conquer the world.
It is the trick of an amateur magician
Who would impress by puffing up an ego.
You see, anyone can lash out;
Poke us in the eye with a burning stick.
Seeing imaginary targets everywhere.
But,
Can you love them?
Therein lies the only true magic,
The one solution that is permanent.
Forgiveness.
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