I have stood at the Center of the Universe
A cloud of carbon steel degrading overlooking
As my voice reverberated
Oddly
I have seen the attempt to reconcile
Where a green wood was burned down
And many died from the flames
Not only of that burning
There
I walked a healing way
And I am not sure it did me any good
But I still worry
That to walk it backwards
Would have a deleterious effect
Particularly if it is efficacious
Moving forward
Throughout
I listened
As I was able
To a story being told
And I would like to read the memoir
If it is ever written
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