No! It is a bridle and incessant finality
No. It is a cut-down – No. An interruption.
It is cold as death, smothering life like a blanket in hell
And Love stretches out towards one horizon and returns o’er the other,
And Love is in the fullness of breath, alpha through omega to omega
It is rightly said that love conquers all
All is held in all.
The contemplation of which warms like love and awe
Hatred can be knowledge and fill pages in a book
Black words on blank white-
Love is in the slow sideways soft rays of sunset light,
Hateful speech is rushed, generous in assumption, and nullifying
The conversation of love sees a beautiful vibrancy of contrast where hate sees contradiction