one night behind an ambiguous veil   love. what do you love — this drunken magic? the sea whispers its ardent advice the sand between your eyes. you love the idea of love the propensity of its entrapment. it’s entanglement and the crafty wisdom of its denial. love what you are. love one another. the birds. the ages of forgotten  and culminated wisdom. the arbitrary, lingering truths. your love is your guide. . -michael j tino 2006 back