Love springs,
somewhere. And then flows onward’s in it’s
lazy, meandering track across the ground
of all things. It moves at the deepest
levels, and most things yield to it,
especially when it is strong like flood water-
everything gets swept away. Love
flows this way, and it destroys this way.
It creates new currents, which pick up
pebbles which had long lay resting (in some
metaphorical space),
and disperses them randomly and unwittingly
in new positions which must be reconciled
with everything else. It lifts up rocks of
enormous size; heaves them upwards
and then throws them down again as if they
weighed no more than air.
It is a great force, love-
and it will move the things which stand in its way.
Mad new world 