We learn, we grow
The pain and lessons of heart ache and love
Empty, except for the vultures in my skull
Who seem to think there's something left
Smashing of ego
Gnashing of teeth
The frenzy is over
Feeding is done.
Nothing left for the sweeper
In the vapor of what was
My freedom rings.
Where earth and water mix
like flesh and blood
All merging
Into a whole
a miracle
Creation.
Savoring that glimpse
in eternal embrace
Womb to tomb
Tomb to womb
Door to door
That inexplicable something
Always there
Dissipating like a long ago remembered kiss
Never quite gone!
- Peter Riordan
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