It’s open mic. Didn’t I tell you? 
Squatting in nourishing overview, there’s one off color  
of a deceptive simplicity  in love as well as pride, duplicity.  
Creationism is, a boyfriend keeps faith  
better than others, believing neither.   
 
Separated from a source of meditation, let’s call it, you’d be sad too.  
The source is not sad. One separated from the source is.   
 
Or it’s obvious.  
Sadness is beside itself.