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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