An Adult Lullaby
Awareness is some kind of god,
self-creating, just as daylight manifests
from nothing but the darkest hour.
Once again pure infancy, the height
of weakness is the roaring power
to titrate consciousness,
precipitating bright Sophia,
from the night.
And there she reigns,
the avatar of all we know,
our mistress/mother,
made of dreaming,
come upon us as a flight
shy angels might elect.
Then we who wish to trace beginnings
may as well drift through the stars forever,
never quite so blind as now...
never quite so filled with grace.
~
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