I would love you more,
my activist, my firebrand,
if you could allow all of me in;
if I detected anything more
to your passion than a lust
for right pegs in right holes,
if I thought you truly loved people
for the complex, contradictory,
dense ghosts they are
and not as you wish they were:
symbolic husks, bullets in your
slide deck on what’s wrong with the world.
Dark Matter 
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