Is it something we can speak about
or pass over in silence?
Is it warm like a poem on paper
lying on the pavement at noon?
Can it be contained in a bottle
and instructed how to spring from it?
Can it be measured like a meter
in rhythmic pulses along a line?
If I say 'I love you'
is there a picture
in your mind?
Is it the same as mine?
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