Thought has crept back into the world before
Others have banished that nameless fear before us
And hallowed a home in the darkness
After a thousand years
Can one return to that old campfire?
After our fires have taken whole cities

What must we remember then
As populations leave the world like an exhaled breath
That can no longer be held
Who would dare to begin again?

Men may, after the struggle of another day
Come together at such a fire
When we cease preferring the light of our screens
And again listen to old recordings

Seeing one's fellows across the fire
Should they care to meet eyes
Would they consider trusting again?
Rise again under the sign

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