Looking up into the star-tangled tree limbs
My questing spirit is suddenly
Stretched by accursed and lengthening time,
Past the auras of uncounted haloed suns
And strobed moons,
Beyond, into the desert of a distant final future
Where flaming mirages lick with hellish hope
The sky's periphery;
A long stare into vacancy: the oven or the crucible,
At the end of the great reach
Where my spirit strides into its destiny.
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