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The Hand that Urges


Have you seen the end of the world?
Towards colorful horizons my legs carried me
Till they could move no more;
There was no end but the quaking of my flesh.


Through life-bearing waters my arms pulled me
Till my lungs could hold no more;
There was no end but the seizure of the breath.


Into the blaze of passion my blood pulled me
Till my nights turned hollow;
There was no end but a screaming of my heart.


Across the heights of mankind's flights my mind winged me
Till its wings grew entangled;
There was no end but the dead-ends in the maze of thought.


From reaching the end, I was held back,
From falling over the cliff, I was kept;
What is that hand that guards?
And yet,
Out of the slumber of the known, I was shaken,
Out of the safety of the nest, I was goaded,
What is that hand that urges?




ekoh
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