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Oct 2021
the first thing namable
the one
the idea
thing beyond thought

not a bang, a be,
an ever,

expanding
to this point.

Now,
you understand.
Cross
past
the plain of salt,
bearing light,

lightest of burdens.

Climb the western
edge,
the cleft
in the rock.

Find that.
Wait and watch,
the light thins
into night.

There is no darkness,
only thinner light.
You stand under
stars, aware.
Revisiting the en-try way, enjoying the future from here
Ken Pepiton
Written by
Ken Pepiton  76/M/Pine Valley CA
(76/M/Pine Valley CA)   
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