Never Fear

May I know full

And yet be open,

May I be light

And yet no fear of dim.

May I carry death

With me always–

A light satchel,

Portable worm-farm factory

Composting soul.

Ahhh, this feels Eternity expanding, that

Bright-squared checkerboard

Of gods and luminosities.

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