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The sun exploded silently above me,
spilling brightly over my wet face
and running warmly down my chest and anns.
I smiled and saw at once
formless art sunshine everywhere around,
deep expression of some profound power
too subtle to grasp or name.
I felt the journey of a hundred million miles
to touch all corners of a world
with life
and light--
no questions asked.
Pat Blackman
54 Contrast Spring 1988
