Deep in Daylight

It’s as if – now

that you know
just where
the wormhole
to the cavern is

for sleep –
your mind
cannot now
not go back there –
deep in daylight:

it’s as if to breathe
that rare infinitude
of air is now
your one
imaginable prayer –

for whose
sweet invocation
you must
kneel down
wide-eyed –

waking, breaking
through the inner
night to its
extinguishing
illuminating light.

Here’s the sphere:
to have it
all ways:
be both there
and here.

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