Anno Domini 2020

My heart has eternal questions I
	cannot answer.

There are places deep within my being
	where there is no light, where the
waters are dark and still, knowing
not how deep is the bottom.

I am silent and cold as space -
I spin like a planet that
	does not turn, and shows
	one face only to the light.

The dark side, the shadow side
has pits and craters, and
dust, thick dust is everywhere -
	fine grey silt
	dry beds of dust
with no memory of water.

Sweet windy days with blowing hair
	drowned in darkness
		and dust
	where the silence of discontent
		is loudest.

Accept what is.
Accept what is not.
	Impossible.  The endless
		turn.  One face up.

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