The thread of life unfurls and winds
Through the half-light of our minds.
Thoughts are countless motes
That dance and glimmer awhile:
They float to catch to light
And then, as if in fright,
Spin on in sudden guile ---
And let the darkness gloat.
We, in silent knowledge stand,
Bearing mind to give command.
We, who are the quenchless thirst,
We, who are the Dark reversed.
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