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Love is an Elder God
an eldritch horror no one understands
a chemical rush that binds us in its tentacles
driving out all rational thought
making us mad as we navigate
its non-Euclidean geometries
traveling in circles that bring us closer
then further apart
the ellipses of planets stretched out
by space-time-magic
till nothing makes sense
our love’s every act open to so many interpretations
we go mad in the divining
looking deep for secrets man or woman wasn’t meant to know
fearing Occam’s razor
that platitude from the mouths of simpletons
“she’s just not that into you” or “he’s cheating”
when there is so much more mystery
and complications to be found in those possessed
by the demon love
where everything is to be sacrificed
possessions, friends, flesh and blood, work, thoughts
to feed the dark and hungry god
of love and desire
whose dark visage
is masked by the ordinary geometries
the planes and curves of beauty
till by the ultimate deception
we believe
that love
is a good thing
