Canticle To the Wind
Canticle to the Wind
This is the place I build my world.
A funny little god, fussing about the raw material
and without a clue about completion.
Beside the insistent calm, questions.
Beside answering, wonderment.
It is well; answers will not do.
It is out of nothing comes wisdom.
Don't look. See.
It is heartbeat; it is footstep; it is triumph;
it is vanity just before collapse; it is waiting.
Then...then it may speak beyond the voice of God
who can share with us one impossible reality:
exit and out
~
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