This Cannot Be Everything by Paul Point

This cannot be everything

by the spoken and unsaid;

Just as blue cannot be measured

by the standards of red;

Just as blooms cannot be outdone

by the bouquet that is dead;

Just as books cannot be flouted

by the eyes that have not read;

Just as bricks cannot be driven

by the hands behind a head;

Just as bones cannot be nourished

by the mouths ignored, unfed:

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People cannot be used

they’re here to be loved instead.