(30 December 2008)
My eyes bedimmed by fleeting shadows drear,
Accustomed to an umbered light, now blind
To brighter things, I stumble as I wind
Along a road that ends at last, I fear—
The portents with the wind that whips my ears—
In dust, as that I tread the same in kind.
I tremble lest the things I've grasped I find
To melt and rust away as journey's end I near.
But th'setting sun uplifts my setting soul
From solid earth to liquid, flaming skies,
Sets fire to the settling, sombre coal
By awful sparks drawn in by awe-filled eyes.
The sky's alight! And lifts my soul aflame
Into the ether air, afire again.
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