let the Universe yawn like the maw of Moloch

as another poet once called it


such heightened anguish

such soul-destroying dread


of One who's supposed to be

Light and Love


if the Eternal Light shines within

the pitch black void of Nothingness


well...let it...the sun is out and bright

after dreary weeks of clammy mist


and not enough rain to bust a drought

...yes I say let it...I'm pleased enough to


rest a moment in my daily toil and stare

at the glow of sunlight on the late spring leaves...



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