Escaping the Morgue

I find within myself the dark secret of all Nature's outer beauty ..

I am reminded of the words of a poem by Burl Hall....

"Is your magic mirror shining forth

The mysterious dark void of her eyes,

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Are her blood red lips, forming. birthing and shouting

In their deathly silence..

The glistening light of Nothing and All?"

Arid yet drenched in inner feeling is that place within,

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Then in the royal blue light of evening

I search the airwaves for some entertainment

The dark of night descends upon me

But not before I have found an inner light of love,

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