January 18

With all our prowess, each fiber, from the pith
of our being, we beseech the one we love
(as best we might, by speech and deed, with all we have)

to know. But that knack, to preach what woos
us each day, remind what bent makes us
once again breach happiness, that hunt
goes on. We reach, by act and prose.

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