points at.... missing the target

placing the microscope
so close......
that only one's eyes can see.

this telescopic lens dissects
every particle into more particles.....

So that when every word is cut and drained
of all its life....love's rhythmic, harmonious sound
is nothing more than a dull drone.

studying the art of love
in languages unbound/through these intellectual
rites-of-passage...leave me more lost
and not found.

If letters become words
bounded by a page
I will seek love-and its song
singing its endless praise.