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Sep 8
Traveling to the center of this land that I know.
To a magical place in the middle, where sun and moon will show.

I hadn’t thought much about that little, care bear on the dash.
Just feeling like it’s in the way, and going to make us crash.

But deep inside I knew that I was right where I should be.
Experiencing this colossal event, with my friends numbering three.

viewing this crossing of never before, was therefore something new.
guided by strangers moments before in a parking lot out of the blue.

We followed them and they showed us a spot, to watch the moon make its pass. Oddly enough an identical bear was just laying right there in the grass.

A braided ribbon way up high, twisting black and twisting white.
Circling around this vast darkness in the sky, making it feel so bright.

Spirals of shapes around the sun, moving inwards and moving out.
Creates the reality in which we live, to this I have no doubt.

Egypt gave us many things but was not the first kingdom to grow.
This civilization popped up quick, built atop all we should know.

Understanding There is a price of admission, for all that I now see.
It’s the knowing that whatever happens, the “I am”, is really just me.
Stephen Knox
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Stephen Knox  54/M/Norway
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