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"In the beginning"

begs the existence of a

dot, the endpoint of

a line referencing time and

movement, like an ant on

the Golden Gate Bridge.

If there is time (now)

and movement (how?)

why do we shun this

guess the size of a 

galaxy, turn from the

possibility of a God

placing us just so?

I may travel by antenna,

feel my way blind on small 

steel and close pavement,

stopping for crumbs.

But just because I cannot

see it does not mean

there is no sky.