[Ex Tempore XXII]
I saw her there, again, for the first time, all at once and for all time,
my time, her time, I lost myself in her time, lost myself in her, for
she was all thunder and fury, I was all thundered and furied
and thrown into disorder and the ordered maelstrom of her
storm that came for me, came from her, it was her and it knew no
mercy, no need for mercy as her sword sliced like silk, because
love is all fever-dream, impetus, want-and-hurt, is all, absolute
M.M. — September MMXII
