People [my life] } {

I want to people my life 

not for strife but 

for love:

love of living and giving,

and of taking 

and hearing your laughter,

and of being surprised by your oughts 

and of tilling the furrow of 

your inestimable brow.

And how I find this so,

and how I name these whys

after surviving 

these thirty years 

of hopes and desires never satisfactorily 

explained, 

for either one of 

me – or one of

her.

And this last piece of 

data does sadden me so powerful

I lurch from 

anticipation to unholy rejection

in the blink of a sigh, 

rapidly mine:

and you are why this has all happened to me.

You are the true 

quivering high.

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