Loss isn’t tragedy—it’s the key, the doorway, the only path to wisdom; those who embrace it understand love, desire, God’s loneliness, and life itself.

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Loss is the key and loss is the doorway,

the doorway beyond which wisdom lies

Loss is the one path and loss is the only way,

the darkness beyond which light cries

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Loss is the memory of a terrible past,

broken pieces of the mirror called self

Pick up all the pieces, the first and the last,

Fingers will be cut, blood will ooze out itself

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Taste each drop of the oozing blood,

the taste will remind you of her mouth

The body and the secretly hidden bud,

her warmth, her freshness, and her couth

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Loss is how you understand love and desire,

the essence of lust and the furiously raging fire

Loss is how you see the world as a quagmire,

all the selfishness, being played on the lyre

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Loss is how you perceive the loneliness of God,

it is the only true legacy of the wise

Loss is understanding life and feeling all awed,

seek it, embrace it, until the day you rise