If all the things that have happened
Are outnumbered by those that haven't
If everything we've forgotten gets
Its memory restored if we drive
Out into the landscape on a whim
Where one stream flows past us
And the other carries us along
If we are with the new trees lifted
While their other half plunges down
Roots in darkness leaves in sun
Will we come to the lost mountain
Where all that hasn't happened yet
Is born and find ourselves at last
Numbered among its stones
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