Wrestling
Traveling between woundswe pause, make some space in time,allow the evening pall to be laid over us,darkness tucked up under our chin,a stillness purely granted, lowering usinto a well deeper than thought.Out of the shadows comes another,strange, but our own.We’ve kept in shadows, so thoughtwe had no shadow, but nowit seizes us, grapples, as ifnot to destroy but to hold usto something. We grapple,not to defend but to hold itso we can see it. What is itthat knows us better than we do,that knows our weak spots,that has such a grip on us?Our heaven and our earth thrashlike desperate…
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