The Opening


We are all piece of one cloth—
all one, like the blanket of sky,
or the atmosphere above us,
which cradles us,
but has neither starting point
nor endpoint.

Under this cloth
stretched taut overhead,
where patches are threadbare
and disheveled:

that’s where the light
breaks through.

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