They say it is possible to truly see
The soul of a burning building ascend
When out of the flames the captive light
Resumes its radiant form and rises
To hang suspended above the earth
Transparent as a window into the future
And a new stone is added to the city
Of clouds being constructed there
While the builders stand among the ashes
The incense of forests lifting
Warming themselves on the remnant coals
They say it is possible to truly feel
Reassured of such ascension
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