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by William W. Runyeon


When the mists of antiquity roll down the
mountain with what came before written history,
before the celestial irresolution of dark and light,
when persistent survival was a near miracle,
at the time when forms of worship came to be
for the earth goddess, where dreams and
the tangible world were all of the same cloth,
where distinctions, the words of separation,
had not yet found their way, every conversation
held an implicit understanding, holy-man magic, in the
same word, a light of different meanings, where all who
lived were of the same constellation, and understood.

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