hate is love in the full dress of self-isolation
the venting is to account for the distance self-perceived
all of the claimed particulars of hate
are then the kindling for the burn to further exist
it is a fire with, only fuming for warmth
this is an example of how underground fires exists
the emotional smoke is bad for one’s health
the self dialogue has gone far beyond
what words could say
it is where pent-up-ness produces
the by-product of seething
one becomes a bumpy-ride
even in a soothing journey forward
hate is love in self-denial’s creation
a conclusion becomes a judgment
becomes the end of free-range as self aware
heat and love are the same oven
one cooks from a recipe of resentment and rage
while the other cooks from scratch with a feel
all baked goods are eaten
while flavor is a given
some have thick crusts as if over-cooked
while others are tasteful and nutritious
the world feeds of love and hate
one’s diet then becomes a way of life . . .
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