All you need is love—
which is good, because after
all, love is all you were
going to get, anyway.
Devotion is contagious
(as are smiles and laughter);
it replicates without being told
until it's everywhere
like the spores of a mold.
And hope floats
only on its own notion
(if you ever looked over
the edge, you'd see nothing
but little hope boats
all the way down).
But the same way in which those
positive emotions
just love to build stuff,
there are oceans of other ones
(indifference, doubt,
isolation, for a start)
which love just as much
to come along and
hollow it all out.
