Taking leave before dawn

We would roll the boulder through the eye of the needle All the way back to first encounters To creation's simplest geneaology Where the first smithing took the heat We would best do that which leads not to a fall Rather to ascent Listen for more than mere musicology of wind Composing storms Go back back behind all mirrors to the Main Event To the place where primal shapes are hammered out in silence Then we might let the song begin.

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