LET US...
Points-of-light, and salvages. Endings.
We are keepers of the flame and must
never alight from our posts. The ribbed
cages of enclosure, secret forces, enable
our momentous days to co-exist with magic.
For once, the world will not forget. (Engage
the thief, and steal his theft). That shall
become the law of our new world. Here,
all semblance ends : for lines are not
lines, and absences are deeper dimensions.
The places where hands once grasped, over
and over, become shined by time. Let us
recognize each other then, please.
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