At the high point of the day
When there are no shadows
At the low point of the night
When there is no light
At the brightest and the darkest times
When I sleep dreaming among the gods
Caught up in their creative whirl
Struggling to unravel their words
Or when I'm dazed by my daily tasks
Clearly seeing no way forward or back
Feeling scorched in my soul and blank
I stop for a second and try to imagine
What it's like to be nothing
And every living thing at the same time
What it's like to be a human being
Trapped in the darkness and free as the sun
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