Boggled
Night's sparkling sky
boggles my mind.
Do I see there, the beginning,
or is it the end?
Is what I see, then,
or is it now--or is it when?
Oh, what do I see, there,
in that trackless abyss?
Is it was, or is it will be--
or is it simply is?
Copyright © William Robinson | Year Posted 2005
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