life does its best to teach us
about the demands of eternal life
running us in and out of bodies
like children playing in the rain
a higher but earlier consciousness
was bestowed on each of us then
to carry us into the shadowy world
where memories deplane as men
where already poetry was starting
to dissolve that universe where
images were real and living things
and one was inside them all
oneself and everything
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