To love:  to hate.  To satisfy: to want.
The smooth stroke knows the rough;
the loosening ties, the bind.  To cleave:

to bring together and cut apart.  Twenty years
knows two: the sound a lie makes
when it grates against blades sharpened

by the heart.  The future is the past.  A life,
a troubling stone that comforts in the river bed,
knows every passing cloud.  To lose: to find.

To turn away.  To leave behind.
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