God is busy
I have seen the the cobwebs swinging
in the sunbeams , deceiving
my eyes , turning
into small fishes huddling
in water.
I have seen the sky
in moonless nights
divided into patches showing
the unseen , a desert neighbouring
a bog.
Now ,
I believe my eyes , recognizing
the process , a never ending
one.
God is busy with the brush.
in the sunbeams , deceiving
my eyes , turning
into small fishes huddling
in water.
I have seen the sky
in moonless nights
divided into patches showing
the unseen , a desert neighbouring
a bog.
Now ,
I believe my eyes , recognizing
the process , a never ending
one.
God is busy with the brush.
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