Slice of universal life
Harold woke and perused the small hut.
A square space on the wall across from him
Revealed the palms on the beach and what-
Ever gulls happened to be drifting in the dim
After-dream sunset. He refocused and the window
Now, itself, caught his imagination. He thought:
"Dimensions are like windows: Glimpses into
How our neighbors' live. And the universe caught
Onion-like with layers of window shades. High
Rises and windows. Yeah. That is the broad
Stroke of the galaxy. While the daily cry
Encumbers us to no end. Imagine what God
Shows us and how we block it out with false need.
Hoe the row. While so many windows remain unfreed."
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