Dead Love

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Title:     Dead Love
Author: Cale Young Rice [More Titles by Rice]

If this should never end--
This wandering in oblivious mood
Along a rutless road that leads
From wood to deeper wood--
This crunching with unheedful foot
Acorns, I think, and withered leaves ...
Perhaps a rotten root--

If this should never end--
This seeing with insentient eyes
Something that seems like earth, and, too,
Like overbending skies;
This feeling, well--that time is space,
Space, time; and each a pallid glass
In which Life sees her face--

If it should never end--
The road, the wandering and the feel
Of dead infinities that seem
O'er our dead sense to steal,
And like seas cease above--
Would it much matter, love?

[The end]
Cale Young Rice's poem: Dead Love

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