lizard basks in the warmth of the fire of a certain bush in the desert

to see the fire. again, anew.
the burning bush. the pillar.
to feel the warmth, the touch,
the light which is the first light.

eternities have passed,
glaciers have come and departed,
ships have turned back into forests –
since that moment of truth,
when we first met.

when that wind will blow
over the ashes, and away,
what will remain, what
will rise, and whereto?

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