In the Wonder
sitting and breathing,
I am again
in the wonder
there are fissures
in my night sky
I see a skerrick
of heaven
flaming stones
happen through
etching minutes
on small hours
starbursts course
onto the Milky Way,
snow in space and
angel dust in my eye
pieces of humanity
drift in the iris
overawed,
breathing stops
in the incredible
astonishment
of existence
and the favour
of life
I respire
once more
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