comes that time in the dawning transitions
when what was wrestled with awakens
somewhere caught in the gut and throat
the remnants of the night’s naughting
with thoughtful foot steps the sandy wash
toes digs into the ground and find balance

counting the seconds between the beats
where realization of divine presence may return
softening the sting of something strange
illuminates the origin of your essence there
as billions of stars present their lightness full
that you are may choose to be more than one


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