What is seen then, as the center, is not the center, but only light feeding into the center.
Devastation, ritual of covenant accompanied by darkness.
Wash your clothes.
Shave off your hair.
Bathe yourself in water.
All space becomes neutral.
Uncaulked and unprovisioned, we reach shore.
Something must be done about darkness before we can live in this light.
Cold air and warm air twinkle the starlight, Nobody's mother tongue.
---Keith Waldrop
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