Corinthian verse

I have stopped defining love, because I can't.
I am resigned to some things impossible, because
Mere I am. Words are as large as universes
Capable of holding entireties I cannot even
Imagine, even though I try volunteering 
As writer, mere puppet of voices.

How can anyone be so certain of things?
Even this body may not be real, real only
Because I cannot see so many other
Things. My awareness, so limited. Dogs know
More than I ever would, the unseen, smells
Of worlds. They also know about love

Unconditional.
















after a line from Mary Oliver