More (Subspace #9)

Let love be assumed.

It is not more nor less

For the bond between our molecules.

We met because we loved

And there is nothing to be gained,

Or lost in our parting.

And what crackles in our spaces

Is more than They crave:

Less than a ripple,

Yet still

It crashes

When you fuck the universe

Through me

And I know death at your hand

Again

Where more

Nullifies less

Until we

Just

Be

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