When men with history
gather to watch fire fall from
the sky on the mountain above
their yearly communion, the earth
spins through darkness and
we collective passengers
revel in the turning.
This dust which explodes
against the firmament while
we breathe will not be returning.
Our lives flash for but a moment.
We stand together, the flame
on our faces, and give
witness to the burning.
11.20.01
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