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What is this place we inhabit ...... is it ours to own, or is it merely lent to us?
For those of us who inhabit an even more isolated land, between the double rivers of
life, the search is harder still. We spend so much of our lives, looking for a path that
will lead us home. It is a path strewn with broken promises and grief.
Only the foolish or the deluded go in search of themselves, when in truth, we know
ourselves so well and what we seek is peace.

 

Out of the darkness traveller, find your way, following the light
that beckons as a bridge between worlds at opposite ends of time.
The scream that breaks from within you is a challenge to the life
that bade you enter a room you cannot leave, a door that has no hinge.
At the feast, all seats are taken and the costume does not fit.
The eyes that watch your entrance are cold and vacant pools
in which to drown or swim within your chains to grasp the shore,
where just one hand extended, lifts you from the waves. Sick
with fear you set a foot upon the land that God forgot.
No man or woman owns this land, their children will not care
for butchered life that struggles here to breathe and grow.
For those who wear ill-fitted form, a half-life beckons from the wings.
Walk upon the stage then and act the lines, that others wrote,
from behind the painted mask of convention's shame.
The streets are paved with promises that glitter like the naked
lamp that hangs within the harlot's tent upon the field of war.
They are but emptiness and lies that trap the hand that reaches out
to stroke their form. Those same, tempting, unfulfilled desires
follow roads that snake across the hills, to converge at last
upon the cross-roads of each life's span. One road leads to the cliff-edge
above the rage of wind-whipped sea, the other, back to haunt us,
will lure us with its familiar path, as we stagger home to no man's land -
alone.


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