Too Much World
Highway dust in
aimless air
Counted miles not
rightly counted
In the measure of a
little while
There is too much
world at once
You are a light to no
one but yourself
Your heart earns a
doubt
Demands upon you tug
You feel the nudge
Telling you how you
ought to feel
It’s like tying the
hands
Of a clock together
Wait to greet the
moon
Something will brush
across your mind
A voice will speak
Sounds of insight more than lips
Take one step
backward to go forward
Birds at least must
know
You have no one left
but God
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