I Sometimes Wonder
I sometimes wonder,
Who am I,
What Am I,
Where Am I?
The clouds outside are lit by the light of a fading London sunset. There was a rainbow, but now it’s gone. The golden light is reflecting from the safron and terracotta walls of my living room. And the world feels good, just because of the quality of light … humans beings are too bizarrely constructed for these myths about God to be true.
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