how happy we were

so long ago


so long before

we've arrived at this age in this time


now the memories

the sole content of our beings


rise up in us with joy

in that cloud of knowing


we go off into the blaze of the furnace...

and the Could Of Unknowing?


perhaps that impenetrable Darkness

in the heart of the Fire...



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