The Heart of Our Entanglements

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2002

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ps://unsplash.com/@jordansteranka?utm_source=medium&utm_medium=referral">Jordan Steranka</a> on <a href="https://unsplash.com?utm_source=medium&utm_medium=referral">Unsplash</a></figcaption></figure><p id="9498">I sailed far and wide as your house parted from mine in a journey to hell and back and I wonder if they will hang me for our sins father’s rage, and a mother’s hate upon the field of sunflowers a drop of red blemished the stones of biblical days.</p><p id="60be">I feel your last words upon my pillowcase I wonder, what would happen if our minds could stop the clocks? to turn them around to know the future and face the past, that hallowed cursed earth to spin it about like an electron in the ground state of an atom a probability of our fate uncertainty of action damnation in a kiss.</p><p id="9623">As those revolutionaries cried for freedom, truth with a lion’s might to shatter houses and desolate lands that kept us once apart the final war for a fallen realm. They called you a goddess and I a prophet though you are the damned, and I am just a fool wishing I was greater than the sun knowing you were my star guiding me all along.</p><p id="545c">For now, I see courage in a mother’s arm and love in a father’s sacrifice I know in each moment it is a strand of Clotho’s strings that day, that defined a life that moment was Chaos’s knife The future, the past, and now just a dance between you and I.</p><figure id="c3d1"><img src="https://cdn-images-1.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:800/0*8N2q8DmP0u54AdPV"><figcaption>Photo by <a href="https://unsplash.com/@nklphoto?utm_source=medium&utm_medium=referral">Nguyen Linh</a> on <a href="https://unsplash.com?utm_source=medium&utm_medium=referral">Unsplash</a></figcaption></figure><p id="6ec3">Do you still carry the ring, that we hid in the floorboards from huntresses in the field of wolves? we cloaked ourselves in the dead fallen soldiers, no longer do they carry blades or thoughts in their head and now we se

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e truth ahead do we take it or flee? I know the answer</p><p id="808a">that lonely night, you never came So, I sent my final words through cosmic rays and pulsar light I sent them to you to keep, always by your bedside.</p><p id="2723">For back to the beginning, I am thrust Always apart and opposite to face our deadly curse to wonder, to flee perhaps, I am just a ghost and you’re my cloud but I know the rain will not wash away this dirt from my surrendered soul.</p><p id="4ddc">For the wheat fields hath run dry as my final dreams run nigh to meet again, in the hour of dance to meet again at the final heartbeat on the island of our entanglements.</p><p id="68ad">© <a href="undefined">Bradley J Nordell</a> 2020</p><p id="42e5">If you enjoyed this story, you might also like to read:</p><div id="54c3" class="link-block"> <a href="https://readmedium.com/pendulum-nights-185a721df1b8"> <div> <div> <h2>Pendulum Nights</h2> <div><h3>In the twisted horrors of destiny, one man faces his moment of truth</h3></div> <div><p>medium.com</p></div> </div> <div> <div style="background-image: url(https://miro.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:320/0*JNcG3vQUVjsQ3sEH)"></div> </div> </div> </a> </div><div id="aa4c" class="link-block"> <a href="https://readmedium.com/love-letter-catacombs-532408117ad1"> <div> <div> <h2>Love Letter Catacombs</h2> <div><h3>Haunted by a letter and a house of ghosts, a man must choose between the living and the dead</h3></div> <div><p>medium.com</p></div> </div> <div> <div style="background-image: url(https://miro.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:320/1*52KznxNoaONjTJR-MmUG9A.jpeg)"></div> </div> </div> </a> </div></article></body>

A story-poem about subtle interconnections in a life of two lost lovers

I pick moss of your gravestone as days wisp through the air of my repenting dubious stare. Knowing is a curse, when the future is stuck upon the wheel of the past. Do we unearth, the buried remnants or move forward, and rebuild a new land for us all, at last?

I’m a tired old man, catching trains in my rocking chair, corn-cob pipe and smoke rings tales I know the cry of the hawk and the ravens judging gaze the moan of the cracking porch swing the sky is black, and I know the twister is near O! my darling, I beg this is my last year.

Alas, I see you youthful sea-blue eyes alit as I descended the stairs heart pondering in our synchronicity beyond those billion neuron’s firing crying out forbidden verses to thee and we knew, in that fateful moment that our fates were tangled and twisted in the great wheel of samsara and love I just wished I turned and walked away to save us abhorrent nights of lustful pain For now, I’m in stasis waiting a sheet of ice upon the arctic sea.

In those salty tear waves sharks hungry, circle the helm I wonder if you got my letter and if you sent yours through a rose stem? I’ll read your words, in the meadow of the end where sunlight doesn’t reach and poets sight doesn’t breach where the moment sits waiting for the spark to be forgotten in a ghostly family name.

I sailed far and wide as your house parted from mine in a journey to hell and back and I wonder if they will hang me for our sins father’s rage, and a mother’s hate upon the field of sunflowers a drop of red blemished the stones of biblical days.

I feel your last words upon my pillowcase I wonder, what would happen if our minds could stop the clocks? to turn them around to know the future and face the past, that hallowed cursed earth to spin it about like an electron in the ground state of an atom a probability of our fate uncertainty of action damnation in a kiss.

As those revolutionaries cried for freedom, truth with a lion’s might to shatter houses and desolate lands that kept us once apart the final war for a fallen realm. They called you a goddess and I a prophet though you are the damned, and I am just a fool wishing I was greater than the sun knowing you were my star guiding me all along.

For now, I see courage in a mother’s arm and love in a father’s sacrifice I know in each moment it is a strand of Clotho’s strings that day, that defined a life that moment was Chaos’s knife The future, the past, and now just a dance between you and I.

Do you still carry the ring, that we hid in the floorboards from huntresses in the field of wolves? we cloaked ourselves in the dead fallen soldiers, no longer do they carry blades or thoughts in their head and now we see truth ahead do we take it or flee? I know the answer

that lonely night, you never came So, I sent my final words through cosmic rays and pulsar light I sent them to you to keep, always by your bedside.

For back to the beginning, I am thrust Always apart and opposite to face our deadly curse to wonder, to flee perhaps, I am just a ghost and you’re my cloud but I know the rain will not wash away this dirt from my surrendered soul.

For the wheat fields hath run dry as my final dreams run nigh to meet again, in the hour of dance to meet again at the final heartbeat on the island of our entanglements.

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