The dark

An unknowable distance

reaching towards unearthly destination

birthed from cosmic origin

the silent black is disrupted

a twitch

of the hand that shakes

a fist at the sky


to know is to understand

ourselves as in a dream

of dying or eternal life

to those who wait

but what of us



in an atmosphere

below and above


not quite

moving we delight in

the thoughts of slumber

whose peace is like silence

the payment and reward for


we have just

to ask

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