The
day my self was made
The
day my self was made
I made the stranger world.
Its
nature I in strangeness
changed: I never knew
the
night, nor guessed
another night might fall.
In
the light I saw my self
and knew two makers one:
the
day my self was made
my strangeness was undone.
From
'The Parole of Words' ~ Sept. 99 onwards ~ © David Wheldon
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