the old man
played nic nac
with my land
for what I could see
was only the light
but what felt right
was a distance
in the slight
of his hand
" reality is... "
a form of sight
and what I learned
is to fear not
what I think of
as night...
" it's all good "
... and then ...
there was God
.
I can be...
in the dark
without doubt
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