Have you ever burned,

Desire in you strook

The nerve ends of your mighty brain

Till jealous did they look

Upon the calm posterior,

The rest your body basking,

Whilst all manner curiously

They found themselves then asking,

‘Why am I here, what purpose serve,

Identity my own,

Or do I share a common cause,

Some heritage beknown

To architect my programme,

Creator’s enterprise,

That which will in death alone

Reveal before my eyes?

A hitherto hid hinterland,

Horizon’s history,

Covered, scarfed, protected

From mine ignorance and me.

Well, well, I’ll simply take some water,

Pour it on the torch

That fires my frame, I’ll douse it,

Lest those flames do onward scorch.’

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