Horizon ended where the skies began
All illuminated by a soft light from heaven
Where am I in this picture? Like the Sun
Hidden by the clouds, I’m walking leavened
Ground with soft white linen spun
By winds and my perception. I am saddened,
I am alive, I am one: this’s all ‘till I’m dead
All the ones who love me are spinning my thread.
A.K.
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