Monday, 4 April 2011

The Beautiful Secret.

Once more it fills my lungs,
Bringing me back to the world;
The world I recognise
And know.
It holds me down and grips
Me by the throat.
I don't fight as it comes
Inside me, washing away all
That was growing so well,
And yet I see the truth
Once more, and I feel the doom;
The plight and the pity.
I know nothing of the why
And the purpose of any
Let alone all;
I do know why not.
I can see it all
As clear as I can see
The fret roll into shore:
And it is beautiful.

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