Awake in the Night

Will we speak

a universal truthGetAttachment

As we seek

our own specific route?


Meandering in hazy suppositions

As black and white fade softly in the distance

Everything becomes the way it is

In spite of us and all our oppositions

Because of us, less often than imagined


Hoping for the best of what’s expected

Working out what may have been neglected

Count us in.  Out.  In.

Laughing with pure joy when we can

Until our turn is over,

jig is up,

bell has rung,

game is called.



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