Reaching so far, beyond sight, into blinding clouds, and did you think of the ending before you began? No, for the common parlance meant there were no barriers to your thoughtless dreaming and no time to consider consequences. And thank God, then, that he broke up the party and framed new tongues so that splitting the atom at the centre of everything and deciding that I AM was NO MORE might take long enough to let mercy and truth unfold in our hearts.
© Keren Dibbens-Wyatt 2016
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