Love might be nothing less than br Tears subsumed to rain clouds, br Frothing over a desert lake bed – br Let this be a dream. br br Time might stand-down, stopping br Freeze-frame, every fracture br Or fissure developing in a br Vacuous continuum. br br Love, or light, or the absence br Of darkness might spin us off br In parlances, or ‘Poet-Speak’, br Or cubic zirconium diamonds – br Again. br br Love, what is that? Well, I might end-up br A stressed-out expression, br Declared not-so-sane; voted br Off the TV island, just because – br Again. br br Time, that may be a creation of men – br Explaining death or God or subtle br Shifts between observations br That affection manifests.