If into this dark womb of earth
The Spirit of God can descend-
Or should I have said condescend?-
And spend the breathspan of one
Short and troubled life,
Surely I can summon back
My errant spirit from the clouds
And spend whatever time is left
Embodied in the eternal present
Until that moment collapses inside of me.
Who knew that awakening
Would turn this life into a dream?
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