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Birth
2000 years of birth.
Each moment,
A new moment,
A rebirth of being
All the varying miracles
Of new materialisation
In the visible
Pico seconds of time
Lost to everything.
Birth of self
And this (k)newness
Each day
For 2000 years
A child
Born
In
Bethlehem.

Razor red edge of dawn ride
Sky orange;
Burning silver sun,
She threads the spinning web of day.
Dark battles fade off, faraway,
Set players for another play.
Life’s scene goes on quite in between,
A see-saw set in what is seen
‘Cos senses sent, perceive the dream…

And you enchantresses, cosmic whores,
Space’s beauty ‘tis in all, with all,
Your delicate graces can do no [...]