What the gods had in mind
In their enthusiasm and confidence
When they decided to hurl themselves
Out of the darkness of blissful love
And dissolve in a fiery mist
Was us and not just us
Even this day they thought of though
And how far their light could travel
Into falling leaves and dying flowers
Until it reaches the flesh and blood
I get to call my separate self
I turn back to remember
Those first few days of being held
That first sublime October
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