primeval, probing
testifying
all around, from where
unfolding some smell
stampeding like tahtonka
understanding hunting me down
running with light through the night
with one more sound
completely true, unbroken
from the timeless time to come
unsealed, a secret
silently striking, igniting unblemished recognition
as candles upon the wind
awaken
Sunday, September 28, 1997
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