Friday, August 14, 2009


I am the yellow sun
burning slow, running steady
life takes its time
every moment when it's ready
I am the point verge
now, yesterday, now
tomorrow doesn't matter
take the second that is now
Tell me that this landscape
can't be mapped, can't be traveled
Tell me that we're sleeping
that we're all slowly unraveled
Are we still alive?
Do we yet run the run?
Can I hear your voice?
Am I not reaching for the sun?
The sky has no end
the earth has no center
that is not also ours
that we must not also enter
Can you say that God is not
also that which is also us?
Honesty struggles desperately
with the word in each of us.

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