Ancient Reality

　　Magnified in my body, whether it be by life, or by death

　　If God had raised his mighty hand

　　and asked me where I had been

　　at the beginning, before the genesis

　　was sketched out and planned,

　　would I be like Job? The truth splayed

　　all around me like a child`s playthings,

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　　to ignore. It turns out that passing on

　　clears the glassy mirror and the mind,

　　revives the ancient senses and sight—

　　We are more than meat.

　　Because I see my body down below,

　　and I am now above it all, above

　　the cripple called fear and his rough-

　　and-tumble friends, doubt and worry.

　　And when there is no death to hate

　　and hiss at, life beyond the body

　　grows in great shoots and sparks.

　　Although my body was on loan,

　　the most powerful borrowed book,

　　my self lingers and thrives, spirit-fueled

　　and driven like the power behind

　　a bucking hurricane or gale.

　　I, too, shouted for joy at the

　　foundations of being.