and found myself lost and alone
at the edge of a dark forest—
I know there is a light in there
that is not some residual glow
of my synapses or senses dying—
I know it is you my love, my savior,
my last stay against the darkness,
and I know that light is your love
and your faith that will never cede—
Hold on a bit longer, dearest one,
for I will find my way back to you.
I will enter the dark forest of myself,
and altering Bede’s parable will arrive
from the storms within to you without.
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