Vision
A warm maize glow
greeted fluttering lids
as the first rays
of Sunday
defined time.
There on the
bedroom ceiling,
a vision and
the answer
to life’s mysteries;
the universe
revealed.
Past childhood,
beyond adulthood,
and into golden days,
I realize all of life
is reduced
to one
exclusive
moment…
waking.
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