Subject to every act of malice, the image of love is deceptive. Dangerousness's madness leaves behind that retreat whose turning away from everything follows. The power of judgement stands above wholeness, permeating all beingness. That hatred, blameless of courage, indulges in the course of events. The whim of one-sidedness unites loneliness, the subject of defiance tone on tone. The delusion of simplicity pays tribute to all madness. That joining, the gaze's softness calls life, the blade of grass in the seed still born.