Experimental methods to discover
Where adoration and hatred coalesce
Undercover is my default setting
Fast from under the covers like a bedwetter or a bad wedding
Wake up bad weather morning of something you’re dreading
Hang your head in shame, they read it aloud, taking
Notes, those pens were loud, place felt crowded
Hatred and love are brothers scuffing like fox cubs
So similar despite convention, no contravention
To say such deep and elemental wellings are sourced from one place.
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