Paradox Transmission

Do you love yourself?
for your falls from grace?
as much as your seemingly
Much recited graced moments.
Do you preach a word too hard to follow?
Two words Too thick too swallow
Till it drips something with the sum of three words
Frigid, rancid, and hollow
Or you over there? How about you?
Do you celebrate your falls into the darkness?
Your burning of a staring eye with a flame
Of someone that is not yet a carcass?

do you love the left and right?
The good and bad?
The positive and negative?
equally, but even more,
Till your crossed eyes and two sides
Come together all as one?
Do you know what it really means to love yourself?
That once the hand of time has written it cannot be rewritten?
Do you understand you have to love yourself for your falls as well?
And for the pain, you have caused?
That loving yourself is loving your all?