Our most conventional stories portray the journey of our lives as a struggle between light and darkness. Rarely do these tales realize that the truths we seek do not lie at either end of the polarities but somewhere between all the layers of fleshy occultation. Here I employ the haiku in a less customary format to make such a case.
Shadow clips edges
promising coolly, bluntly
Desire's veiling
Glaring brightness hides
Love's unyielding penumbra
shining concealment
From the womb of both
past, present, future echoes
invites the birth - Choice
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