i kissed the head of a sick frail cat
i kissed the head of a dead cat that i loved
i kissed the forehead of my sleeping lover
i kissed the head of a baby chick
i kissed the shell of an egg
formed and shattered in time
each born and bloomed
then changed and gone
what is this
which kisses these fragile
empty all too soon
spheres
what is this
which loves?
the kiss
the love
the leaving
everything comes and goes
the source and the destination are the same
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