Where was I at dawn when the eastern sky folded
in gold-foil layers? Unselfed and forgotten
a knot in a ribbon untied and unstrung.
The first words were sung as the sun rose behind me
to blind me, unfind me, to turn me to sand
a scatter of gold-flakes from God's open hand.
--with thanks to Neil Young and Sirius Classic Rock
Monday, January 29, 2007
Heart Of Gold
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