to hold is to forget,
love means nothing.
the product of electric field
and charge is force;
automobiles start with the turn
of a key, trains run on time.
make nothing without words,
let me be the one you never
forget, but remember that
the sky is blue for a reason.
I've been taking a poetry class and have come to appreciate that poetry can have its own rules and patterns not unlike some we have in science. Several of the lines pulled into this poem are from Kay Ryan's Languages Lessons 1976 where love means nothing in one line, but then make nothing without words in a line later. Like we would say A = B on one page of a textbook, then B = C later realizing that A = C. There is a beauty in both worlds.
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