who knew when they loved how to love?

this is the third and final part of this triptych of easter poems.

i mean to illustrate them with a tasteful and beautiful picture of easter eggs.

who knew when they loved how to love?
wasn’t love being the same as the loved
one – one – one could never disentangle?

and being apart, wasn’t it not like life
at all, unwhole, the atom split in two,
something alone no one could do?

so this undoing was a way to become whole
when they loved – but who knew how to love?

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who knew when they lost how to lose?
wasn’t losing it all the only way to find your
self: self – selflessness being everything to have

in nothing, and to gain by giving it all
away for a kiss of the air
and find our heartlove beating everywhere –

we love and feel our lives a universe
which when we lose, who knows what we lost?

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who knew when they lived how to live?
or be the one that wasn’t just alone to
live: live – live recording loops unending

until the next verse overwrites us?
to be reborn is to think other lives fakes
being we alone have got what it takes –

maybe another life to be the ones
who knew when they lived how to live?

freddie
easter 2011

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