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
Very nice.