Shadow Grace
How is it
that I know
that not to know at all
is gift of the divine?
How is that
no thing at all
is all the riches of infinity?
How is it that
no God, no friend
to walk beside me
leaves me still in awe,
devoid of insight of my own
but for the absolute in ecstasy to know
that nothingness may not depart
and I am not alone?
~
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