Unconditional Love

If you can not love anymore
if your ark of feeling have sank in the mud,
you, undoubtedly my friend,
are dead.

Your boisterous economy of love,
the equal trade of your arms,
your warmth rays extending from your heart
for years shining from your heart
extended to embrace your cold homeless brethren and sisters
and giving abundantly.
being bottomless in amiability and beneficence.

Now the pool is empty and you are
broken boned, bleeding on the bottom pool of that bottomlessness.
Now thirsty, obsolete, abandoned with your hope
in the desert of grace and gratefulness
in the drought of living souls
in the famine of real meaning and friends,
you are undoubtedly out of business,
you!
the bankrupted economy
of unconditional
love!
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