(« God, suspended in the clouds, creates light. » by Thomas de Leu)
what was there left to do standing at the summit but to reach for the sky
up above infinite
what was there left to do at the edge of the land but to keep on going
and defy gravity
what was there left to do at the end of the road but to invent a bridge
onto a higher world
what was there left to do at the death of a hope but…