What Is Real Is Hidden Poem by Chuy Amante

What is seen, created by man
and requires a belief
is abundant
and impure

this impurity creates a veil
a dirty window
not allowing reconnection
no clear sight
eye don't see clearly
I do not

is love defined by the recipient?
how could it be otherwise
otherfoolish.
love how love is received
give as desired
no you to pollute
just love

life's electricity
the pulse
the current
the flow
the wonder
equal for all
or it's just the chemical version
the drug
placer pasajero
companero de cama
coming and going
still and blowing
5 poems hammered out on steel
then melted into the crucible
of love
oneness
equality
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