In the beginning
There was nothing but everything
A robin opened the jewellery of his throat
The moon grew and ballooned the skies
A horse ran through a starlit field
Somewhere a stream sang its own song
Primroses broke from the dark to open their eyes
And someone came barefoot into warm sunlight
– Kenneth Steven
Passage
When, now a stranger,
you come to the end of land
with your punished feet
and the shreds of your old shoes,
do not look back. Nothing is left
of that twisting, brambled way
you have come; half-knowing, ...
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