I might begin to understand it
Not as words or pictures
But as a being that has a life
Of its own making
Or it couldn’t exist at all
Remembering is something
Even a stone achievesIn the process of dissolving
But to think right into
The being of history and see
It was always to be continued
Isn’t that what history had in mind
In coming into being
In deciding to be at all
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