A tenuous thread linking words to the Truth,
Constructed, convoluted, a shallow flow
To save or to detract from, myself and Them
Made of love, the Other decides
To stand still to the onslaught of the tide
To inflict a stifling embrace
To question (Where was I? Where were you? Why didn’t I know before? Why didn’t you tell me before?)
Made of love, I decide
To draw the line