I am reading John and of the word
And light
What can I not fathom
Every time I read it over
It is plain but beyond my comprehension
This infinity of being
It is existence before essence
But a thing unraveled in
Webs that are straight
And spiraled in directions
That are beyond my
Life of darkness and light
All that remains to understand is that He is.
Like a rock
We may make suggestions as to its
Components and age and its origins
That is all I can say of myself
That it is natural for me to
Deny anything beyond the rock
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