you are the ember of the mind's flame,
you are the torch in hand,
you are the burning cry for life
in the solemnly parched arid sands,
you are a bionaut, life's new machine,
a walking and traveling mind,
emissary of water (yet fleshed out and broader)
the first living cell from the brine.
towards eyesight and wings
towards flowering things,
the perception of color and smell,
towards the glance in a mirror,
the mind's eye now clearer,
the transcendence of heaven and hell.
you are the guide who leads the way,
you are a hobbled crone,
you are the beating heart of silence
that thunders under the dawn.
around each person a shroud of dark-
ness, a blistering hollow of cold,
but in our hands a torch and matches
to light up the darken'd crossroads
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