Go away

[This effort was inspired by what my granddaughter said, or perhaps Lola herself in early 2025. The word-salad is not addressed to anyone, nor is it autobiographical.*]

"I love you. Go 'way," she said ta the dog.
Which route me out of a sleepy, dense fog.
The meaning we thought (Hold. Tarry a pace.):
That which was missing is only a space.
Away as she said it takes err us to:
"Look. See. It fits it like slipper or shoe."
Well, self-styled indie, don't think as said thus:
festers a blister with poisonous pus.
Rather to let live and let things here be.
All is and happens--it is not about thee.
It is you AND me, embrace us now love,
towards that path, the way--that best fitting glove.

Only by that way there to discover
birth and destiny's true nature's mother.
Suckle the nectar that feeds each other.

The command's to aim with true surety.
Treasure's there--yes, in our twos' unity.
The world is all one; no need we atone,
if we read at one. No grievous misdeed
damns us now or then, nor decent our seed.
We are always on path, adult and child,
no age or birthday, hmm, just a bit wild.
We by ourselves we can love without shame,
'cause believe it from this, life is a game
to play; enjoy is the sense without sin.
Love is the way that gives living a grin.

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* I take that back in whole or in part, that is that "[This] word-salad is not addressed to anyone, nor is it autobiographical." For my thoughts on same, I will keep my own council. Any advice expressed above is an index finger pointing somewhere with the thumb claerly pointing right back at me.