There is no world
which has not been born of a crack
of a cry of pain and pleasure.
Beings & things
are a double edged blade
are the result of a cryptic pact.
For generations & worlds and
worlds & generations on end
we live and continue to live
like a bird without sky
like a fish out-of-water.
This body and its tributaries
aren’t but a boomerang whose
return may be fatal – the half-angel
half-demon and oh! so perishable fruit
of a cryptic pact. BUT…
within and beyond this body
something is longing & fighting
and above all fighting
for the return to freedom
for the return to when and where
nothing separated us
from THE GREATER LIGHT
Todays best new poem was written by D’Almeida J..
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