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howl in the dark woods of defeat Here I tremble — holding my words, etched with the mystery of light In words bled on a page I grasp desperately at the ‘It’ I long for thee I need it now in my empty hours I see it in the infinity of her eyes the harmony of cosmos the truth in the sunrise it's here between us it’s there with every kiss it lies burning without fuel and warms without heat it's there in the touch the music in the silence words void of language it lies in the moment of truth night and dawn battle nigh the hunter’s desire and the deadly kill the berth of platypus the feeding of the child by the mother’s full breast sitting on a moon crest it lies in the touch it lies in life and death it lies in our ideas where I hold the enigmas of life in my heart wrapped in fear. And in the comfort of my bed her shadows, one real, now dreams in the darkness of my pain the moment of my undoing is life’s greatest beauty and purest tragedy, but our only prosperity and path towards the light of becoming.</p><p id="51bf">© <a href="undefined">Bradley J Nordell</a> 2020</p><p id="671f">If you enjoyed this story, you might a

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A poem about a moment of insights that transform a mind

I’m holding on to the secrets of life it’s in my broken hands it’s in my sad eyes I’m holding unto the mystery of the light it’s in her delicate features it’s in her cosmic skies. I’m holding unto the parable of time it’s our breaths it’s in our heart keeping beat it’s in our mind losing sleep it’s everywhere it’s everything it’s the reflection in the mirror it comes when we’re unprepared it happens even when we wish it not there it stays even when we are too cold to feel the lucidity that peels back the veil and says, “I do.” In the winter of true loneliness it’s the warmth in the fire it’s the nourishment of a book in psychically famished hours it’s the wolves howl in the dark woods of defeat Here I tremble — holding my words, etched with the mystery of light In words bled on a page I grasp desperately at the ‘It’ I long for thee I need it now in my empty hours I see it in the infinity of her eyes the harmony of cosmos the truth in the sunrise it's here between us it’s there with every kiss it lies burning without fuel and warms without heat it's there in the touch the music in the silence words void of language it lies in the moment of truth night and dawn battle nigh the hunter’s desire and the deadly kill the berth of platypus the feeding of the child by the mother’s full breast sitting on a moon crest it lies in the touch it lies in life and death it lies in our ideas where I hold the enigmas of life in my heart wrapped in fear. And in the comfort of my bed her shadows, one real, now dreams in the darkness of my pain the moment of my undoing is life’s greatest beauty and purest tragedy, but our only prosperity and path towards the light of becoming.

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