The end of all things is yet to come.
The end may never arrive.
Entropy may delay it forever,
hoping for something to live off.
But whilst 'Love' slugs it out with fatigue
and anger over what to allow ourselves
and each other to be uncertain about
and what 'victory' and 'loss' means,
there is still plenty of life to share.
Where 'Love' means absolute certainty,
but how we live is about uncertainties,
then Love may well mean the end all life.
I'd rather live than be that certain.
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