POINT OF LIGHT
The world is diagonaland I think on axes.
A golden gate stands afield
long after its perished empires.
“You have come from a place
we could not conceive, and you enter
our home, now changed
into something from a dream.”
I must be brave,
stand up in the debris,
be greedily myself
in the face of a universal blur.
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