A Certain Kind of Love

He stood, mouth agape at agape.
He didn’t have a word to say.
He had viewed life through a lens of dismay 
       and disarray.
He even thought it to be quite arbitrary.
He now knew all would be better, much better
       than what previously at its very best 
            would have been just barely okay.

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