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Love Always Theory





She plays the scars on my heart

like a minimalist.
she makes words come
like a ventriloquist.
she raises whats dead in me
like an anointed one.
then invokes fear and reality
like a pointed gun.
as I see the impressions
ghosts have left.
love increases
and becomes more complex.
She is the wholeness
of my true existence.
I can physically feel
any spiritual distance.
and infinitely the odds
decrease.
When she seeks counsel
from things I can’t see.
but every time we
reconnect
singers in our new universe
gain control and inflect
Yesterdays fears
sometimes silence the moment
Tomorrows dreams
once lied dormant
Awaken in rainbows
and in the space between
dark and light
I want to fall asleep with her
on my last night
and live to see
a million mornings


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  1. Hi Theron. I'm Juliette, one of the administrators for the Black Poets' Circle. You do some quality work here.

    We've been wanting to invite you to join for some time, but couldn't find your email address and couldn't DM you on twitter, since you're not following us. :)

    If you apply for membership, you'll be approved immediately. Send me your email address via twitter @ProfBlackWriter and I'll send you an invite.

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  2. I very much appreciate the invitation.

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