With the creeping fingers of rosy morning light reaching
over the mountains dispelling the night I awoke
to find that I was falling in some never
ending chasm, an abyss without
bottom where time has no
meaning and from which
there is no escape
we call it life
I believe
and face
after face
comes to me
for a silent embrace
and then leaves me again
to my business of falling ever
deeper in this well of unknowing
where heart is the only source of light
in the eternal darkness we all embrace
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