nic nac

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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