He strides from burned dogma,
Stone wittled by divinity into a witness
Ever-standing. But none will see
The darkness in the fire now,
For the descent is smooth.
He goes down the mountain,
Leaving behind the thought of rock broken
Into shards of memory.
Below him is the road that winds
Into the unceasing circle
Of questions. This answer
Of flame is not one
That should be given.
For it means death from life
And fire from stone
And change from stillness.
And he wants only stillness.
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