No Question
Can we think that
we are only accidents,
a mere bump in the night
during a lonely god’s meanderings,
created as it howled into the cosmos?
I believe not.
I think we are intentional,
that today is very special.
New beginnings always are.
Waking early,
staring into the darkness,
I found myself,
thinking about a circle,
one without a center,
one without a circumference,
one with me.
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