Call it love, but not watered-down. Diluted's all we can take. But only spreads inside our minds where space and time reside. Concentrated, it burns more than a bush. More than Vannevar. What creates, destroys. Love Supreme, but no twang is ever lost. Not our watered-down mindlessness with blind word-bound protrusions.

Space spreads us all apart. Time do two. Separateness is our awareness: a step, not in time. Creation is everything creating. A Love Supreme. We curl always into our selves and blow them apart. We all shine on.