awake behold the sun stars
let there be light first light
and there was birth light
spoken into existence
with a word
galaxies universes
a cosmos of elastic thought
birth born expanding thought
birthing flotsam solar systems
but there is no light in a coal
mine miners coal dust miners
going to pit work in darkness
finishing in womb darkness
mine miners
going to work in darkness
working all day in darkness
finishing work in darkness
going home in darkness
but a greater light
waits to awake not in the light
of a glimmer dawn in darkness faint
waiting to impale star darkness night
in sunlight day fine days burning bright
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
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