there's

a coup de foudre kindling while words from our last snow fall are still defrosting on my lips.

This is my stupid question but is Humanity recursive or like a lark’s song? Is love evolutionary

or is it a crescendo

A hearth.

Heidegger said I was born as many men and I’ll die a single one.

But I am alive for now- still having flickering permutations And I knew when you called me polymath

I also wanted be lover.