The children of sorrow, create sorrow, A plague onto tommorow, The children of grace, create grace, yet all is hidden to the taste. Light travels in hidden spaces, Through wires in mental cages Book pages, Time flies, a swift swallow, Across the vast cloud empty starry sky: Till grace, or sorrow, one victorious, crawls inside the hollow, Finds its final place to lie, in the pit heart of the breathing cosmos. 'Children', an older poem by me. #poem #life