Love is a reactive jungle of stem and stone.

A chemical cornice of precarious consequence.

Avalanching snow sifting through layers of wind blown conversations.

Smashing the wild arms of the forest like a 1000 ton boulder tramples a lone sunflower.

But the seed remains.

Burrowed beneath the soil.

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Like a caravan to a port side bar,

Or a Volkswagen full of Oompa Loompas.

We ride, with divergent plans to consume all that is allowed…

-GKT