A beam of light pierced through our darkness
Making a circle that fitted exactly
The contours of a round table
As if the light was painted there.
It must have come from very far,
For deep we were in our darkness.
And surely just an invisible grain
At its origin, for small was the table.
Small, but neat, white, perfect.
We saw, felt and understood
That to raise our eyes
Was to join the light,
The neat, the white and the perfect.
And see the circle widen.
But to lose our darkness
Was to lose everything
We knew, comprehended and liked!
Why was the light calling?
Did it know us?
Have we had history?
Some wanted to remember!
Some!
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