✅for Miz Sally A. Bayan, with deep affection✅
oft have we all written of boundaries,
markers and demarkers,
line, horizons, realized or imagined,
the conceptual of division.
of limitation, of yours and mine,
rooted deep in our humanity's affectations,
countries love their borders, pontificating
about their holiness, defending cartographers &
thick black stolidity of separateness,
that are derivatives of nature (rivers)
or manmade by treaty, war, or racial prejudice
in the sixth line above, I employed the word,
affectation
which differs from
affection
by the simple addition
of the first letter alphabetically,
a,
but the differentiation of the two
is an imperative ginormousity,
of epic opacity,
of a boundary
that cannot be crossed!
so we to the title total,
so we revert to our originating inquiry,
posit this precipice princely principle:
there are no boundaries to deep affection, at all ever,
not matural or manmade;
once the specialty of human affection is birthed within,
it can only grow, wildly and slowly,
like moss on a log in deep forests, evergreen everywhere,
it may be tarnished, set back, momentarily paused,
but it cannot be eradicated ever
(no quibbling here, please)
it is
a life sentence released only by death,
it is
a stripe of human loving writ on your soldiers's arm patch,
a rank of attainment, from which you can never be demoted,
your insignia, shoulder rank patch, human star of distinction,
tattooed on the skin surrounding your beating heart
but affectAtion,
is the curse human, betraying affection by borrowing its alpha~origins, nothing could be more phony, a direct
display of dis~horrible distinctiveness,
distinguished by its hollowness.
vaporizing vapidity,
and is not worthy of more commentary other than
I truly hate the
Affected
there is no affectation in Miz Sally A.B.,
only the unlimited good nature
the Vitamin A
of unbounded affection
for all things
derivative of
human love
read sally bayan
