It’s okay by me how short words,
like love, GOD, bad real, etc.
can be so short and mean so many things and assume
such crucial importance as to conversation
that their meanings be tacitly agreed to be understood;
But the one,
five letters, that always stops me
is human;
human dimension,
human adventure,
yet only human.

It’s said candidly, confessing a lack; and it’said
objectively, coldly
calculatingly,
and, thus,

almost,
inhumanly.