I start
       in the dark
    at the bottom of
a well, covered tight by
            its lid of
starry sky, and as
  the sun
     so I climb,
           up walls of slick, wet
     moss, through great
clouds of mist,
                 to emerge
           at last,
in Paradise,
     the pond now shining
         before me, and I
    try to recall the well's
                black bottom, but it
has disappeared
             beneath my
         feet, in the sun's full

Walden 5:30 a.m.,
October 17, 2002

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