In a Grain of Sand

I’m told some quantum world unseen exists.
Some infinity in holding my grandfather’s watch.
First spring flower – Hope in a Heaven.
All this written in my former lives.
Some small delight in an eternal night.

Inspired by rereading and rethinking William Blake on a cold and sunny February day.

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