yet, born from beyond ages of emptiness
but only, cycling flames of annihilating operations made unreal
then, like a gathering vapor, a heaping howling trace
that, beckoning from somewhere, still
when, hearing you everywhere, and like a scroll the rock unrolls
again, to crush the hand of violence raised against us
Sunday, September 28, 1997
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