Given the text: sym­bol­ism and blank­ness as the bit­ter­est of kin. curs­es nor bless­ings, but are just sim­ple ques­tions. Love these poems, Lar­ry — I'm espe­cial­ly drawn to "Mean­ing." I find myself in a per­pet­u­al lean and fall, a pock­et­ful of ques­tions. How could the concept of "love" be incorporated into a new piece of writing that explores the nuances of curses and blessings?
This prompt doesn't seem malicious.