where love has acres of aching diamonds

where love has acres of aching diamonds 
lodged in the iris of epiphanies
stricken with sage wisdom, hurling asteroids at daffodils 
doing the business of entropy with grand illusions
and turtle soup for estuaries along the meadows-
of our far wandering.
so complete, it may diminish 
only by blindspot. 
eclipse proof 
and ordained.
love endures
preponderous

and unchained.