The Edge of Eden
Harvesting idyllic memories
Heaven on earth is possible in grounded moments, so stand still (stiff as sacred soil) and F-O-C-U-S
Negative keepsakes like their namesakes linger for longer - it's human nature
We are all scarred
To nurture snapshot pieces of ecstasy, enlightenment, euphoria, and exaltation
Is to conquer loss aversion
What in this world is worse than fear? It claims us, it commands us, it crucifies us
Phobias make their mark unto capitulation, yet curt indentations of inward-faceless thoughts cannot define us
They never can
Fleet-footed crucibles test mettle, so lower your hand down ↓↓↓ to terra sancta, and feel the metal in this lustral loam
Five fingers pressed against silt and salvation, tracing one perfect circle after another in cyclic perfusion
It's how we cherish
Like chosen brethren blanketed and flanked by fragrant peers, licking the salt from each other's wounds
It's how we become whole when the bad times are MANY, and the good?
Will always be few
(c) Edward Swafford 2025
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Edward Swafford
Hello! I'm an Australian writer and healthcare professional. I've written on Medium for over three years, run Black Coffee Creative on Substack (over 1000 subscribers), with select work published in lit mags 😴.
Edgy syntax is my bailiwick.
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