No Argument

Like starting war

Like spilling ink

Like the empty street

You swore you saw

Before you blinked

There’s no second thought

There’s no turning back

There’s no calling off

This avalanche

Every day, now spent

Underneath white flags

Every intention, eclipsed

By every stain of the past

There’s no argument

Fairness is a ghost

There’s no argument

It is a rare bird at the most

But every sighting is proof

And every heart-beat proves it too:

That only love can change the shape

Of such permanent truths

Of such permanent truths

Such permanent truth