Night swallowed day

Where was I when

night swallowed day

and waited to bring

birth; another set

of hours, to live

and be, and work?

Where was I when

day swallowed night

and waited to bring

birth; another set

of hours, to sleep,

to dream, to work?

Where am I in

the swallowed times

of light and dark

and soul; when being

breathes its way

through me, connects,

creates the all?

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About rosross

Editor, writer, poet.
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