Poem: Divine light

The light: that spark, that thought in your head,

the wisdom from without and in turn within.

Give thanks for without it we’d be empty and stricken by blaze.

I dream before I even dream and I think before I even think,

I’m ahead even when I’m behind and I have little idea of how it happens.

But it does, and when it does,

it’s an uncontrollable,




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