I pray
For the ray
I am its prey
It carries me away
From nothing
Where I am the clay
Which is dark
But there is the spark
Of the eternal light
And so begins the flight
Of its fragile spray
To the hole
To the Whole, that is gay
Where I myself lay.
9.06.2014.
The prayer
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