Running after the sudden light
Where is the light from?
Where is the power from
to this floor of keen and delve?
Nodding grass, the puffed wind,
The green smell in dawn’s wake,
the light, my awareness that
we all fly on the wings of Time.
What you call, sudden awareness,
A mood, salient best befitting your
Line falling into mine, Time sets
Everything right. I have sensed this
In a mood of rumination, a mindset
Converting this light into mine;
A sort of after life for both
Prediction a safe sail and move
When you and I will have Time
A different in its soul,
Merging with our soul.
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