Night Bloom - an art work and poem by T Newfields
Don: What sort of love poem is this?
Aiko: Agreed. I can't sense any love – merely a naked will to triumph.
Cindy: It's tragic. Without love, all our aspirations become blind & hollow . . . .
Bai-Lou: I think it goes further. . . even with so-called "love" our entire existence quickly dissolves into dust.

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