there's no escaping
the greatest pull
that's been tugging
the heart strings
since the first cry
of birth
who waits for us
all our lives in
patient silence and
perhaps whispers
from time to time
in this
who calls to us
all our lives from
the shadow's edge
to make us ask
to question this
purpose
who yearns for us
to surrender all
to blindly follow
into the shadow's
edge and further
beyond
no lover's heart
seeks you more
never a louder
rapping at the door
with last breath
than death
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