The things behind the sun

“Where are you?”

She begins…
“In your middle�

with her circle of red chalk on the pavement.

I now have a glimpse of my cut out shadows of shadows,
my layers of tinted glass.

Patterns within patterns, you and I within each other and Mister God within us all.

I am now sewing my poetry within the cosmic eye…I am all full…

and I end within your middle.

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