Love here in Valparaiso

Like the Euclidean perfect Circle

And Square, there somewhere, unreachable

The even if got at, you just won’t fit in

With one another. You are obscure

Shapely things emanating a cold fire

Burning through Everything, Nothingness

Arrowing through a crevice of oozing flesh

On a fiery path to reach the garden of Infinity.

Inside that fleshy House of love

That flickering orange flame of love binds

Unknown fleshes not knowing whomsoever they are

And the wick keeps sprouting and gushing licks

Of massless fire that exist as if they were there but not there

Like a metaphysical shadow. Mind keeps grasping

To touch and catch a reality like a seagull, diving

Into the salty ocean to catch a fish. The fish,

A value of a variable :  given that

f :  x ———>  1/x  and   g :  x ————>  (  x  +  1  ) ^ 2

The fish  :   g f ( 2 ) ;  but what is it : 

Fish, the mind says,  9/4. Love is as abstract as that