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Here you will find the writings of the poet Theodore Waterfield

The Secret

I have discovered a secret
which I did not want to know.
Which I had no need of knowing.
Must earth disclose everything to us?
That our wings have no air
for them to fly in.
That knowledge can be a burden
that burns up the soul.
That the gravity of space
can be reduced to a crushing weight.

The secret opens a hundred doors.
How little it takes to bring a building down!
A corner stone.
A ruined link, that robs a chain
of its strength.
A piece of the heart that stumbles
and ends the endless dance.
So I have a secret that must stay
where it is,
except it will wake me in the night,
and weep on my shoulder.

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