I knew this would come On a bright morning exulting In its eternal present Nothing of night left to hold Even the drops of dew blaze With the sun’s blinding fire On such a morning life begins Bursting its shout to heaven Yet still I stand apart Feet buried in the dark earth Caught frozen in my upward climb The past twisting my limbs Etching the bark of my skin In the knots of my eyes Linger the whorls and worlds In their immemorial canopies Where remembrance illusions Play at being alive I will feed from the roots Of the lost mornings behind me Each like this one something other It is this
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