From an unknown papyrus

From an unknown papyrus

Why does the day end
            why bring on the night
its moon and stars
            and so much more
invisible to the naked eye
            and what was born
and what will die
            with the day that dies
and rise again
            as the morning rises

Hope and love that outlast
            the rituals of time and place
the latency of all life
            and every perception
every feeling caught
            and shaped and announced
in the amorous art
            of creation

John Lyons

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