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         style="fill:url(#linearGradient384749);fill-opacity:1;stroke-width:0.326057"
         x="31.378183"
         y="167.52753">Life breeds life, but death must now be chosen</tspan><tspan
         sodipodi:role="line"
         style="fill:url(#linearGradient384749);fill-opacity:1;stroke-width:0.326057"
         x="31.378183"
         y="170.7881"
         id="tspan373633">for memory ends at the teeth of death.</tspan><tspan
         sodipodi:role="line"
         style="fill:url(#linearGradient384749);fill-opacity:1;stroke-width:0.326057"
         x="31.378183"
         y="174.04868"
         id="tspan373635">The living know that they will die,</tspan><tspan
         sodipodi:role="line"
         style="fill:url(#linearGradient384749);fill-opacity:1;stroke-width:0.326057"
         x="31.378183"
         y="177.30925"
         id="tspan373637">but the dead know nothing.</tspan><tspan
         sodipodi:role="line"
         style="fill:url(#linearGradient384749);fill-opacity:1;stroke-width:0.326057"
         x="31.378183"
         y="180.56982"
         id="tspan373639">Hold my name beneath your tongue and know:</tspan><tspan
         sodipodi:role="line"
         style="fill:url(#linearGradient384749);fill-opacity:1;stroke-width:0.326057"
         x="31.378183"
         y="183.8304"
         id="tspan373641">when you die, thus dies the name.</tspan><tspan
         sodipodi:role="line"
         style="fill:url(#linearGradient384749);fill-opacity:1;stroke-width:0.326057"
         x="31.378183"
         y="187.09097"
         id="tspan373643">To deny the end is to deny all beginnings,</tspan><tspan
         sodipodi:role="line"
         style="fill:url(#linearGradient384749);fill-opacity:1;stroke-width:0.326057"
         x="31.378183"
         y="190.35155"
         id="tspan373645">and to deny beginnings is to become immortal,</tspan><tspan
         sodipodi:role="line"
         style="fill:url(#linearGradient384749);fill-opacity:1;stroke-width:0.326057"
         x="31.378183"
         y="193.61212"
         id="tspan373647">and to become immortal is to repeat the past,</tspan><tspan
         sodipodi:role="line"
         style="fill:url(#linearGradient384749);fill-opacity:1;stroke-width:0.326057"
         x="31.378183"
         y="196.8727"
         id="tspan373649">which cannot itself, in the end, be denied.</tspan></text>
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       style="font-size:2.60846px;line-height:1.25;font-family:'Gentium Book Plus';-inkscape-font-specification:'Gentium Book Plus';fill:url(#linearGradient384881);fill-opacity:1;stroke-width:0.326057"
       x="24.799526"
       y="199.57217"
       id="text384771"
       transform="rotate(-5.4394138)"><tspan
         sodipodi:role="line"
         id="tspan384751"
         style="fill:url(#linearGradient384881);fill-opacity:1;stroke-width:0.326057"
         x="24.799526"
         y="199.57217">Life breeds life, but death must now be chosen</tspan><tspan
         sodipodi:role="line"
         style="fill:url(#linearGradient384881);fill-opacity:1;stroke-width:0.326057"
         x="24.799526"
         y="202.83275"
         id="tspan384753">for memory ends at the teeth of death.</tspan><tspan
         sodipodi:role="line"
         style="fill:url(#linearGradient384881);fill-opacity:1;stroke-width:0.326057"
         x="24.799526"
         y="206.09332"
         id="tspan384755">The living know that they will die,</tspan><tspan
         sodipodi:role="line"
         style="fill:url(#linearGradient384881);fill-opacity:1;stroke-width:0.326057"
         x="24.799526"
         y="209.3539"
         id="tspan384757">but the dead know nothing.</tspan><tspan
         sodipodi:role="line"
         style="fill:url(#linearGradient384881);fill-opacity:1;stroke-width:0.326057"
         x="24.799526"
         y="212.61447"
         id="tspan384759">Hold my name beneath your tongue and know:</tspan><tspan
         sodipodi:role="line"
         style="fill:url(#linearGradient384881);fill-opacity:1;stroke-width:0.326057"
         x="24.799526"
         y="215.87505"
         id="tspan384761">when you die, thus dies the name.</tspan><tspan
         sodipodi:role="line"
         style="fill:url(#linearGradient384881);fill-opacity:1;stroke-width:0.326057"
         x="24.799526"
         y="219.13562"
         id="tspan384763">To deny the end is to deny all beginnings,</tspan><tspan
         sodipodi:role="line"
         style="fill:url(#linearGradient384881);fill-opacity:1;stroke-width:0.326057"
         x="24.799526"
         y="222.39619"
         id="tspan384765">and to deny beginnings is to become immortal,</tspan><tspan
         sodipodi:role="line"
         style="fill:url(#linearGradient384881);fill-opacity:1;stroke-width:0.326057"
         x="24.799526"
         y="225.65677"
         id="tspan384767">and to become immortal is to repeat the past,</tspan><tspan
         sodipodi:role="line"
         style="fill:url(#linearGradient384881);fill-opacity:1;stroke-width:0.326057"
         x="24.799526"
         y="228.91734"
         id="tspan384769">which cannot itself, in the end, be denied.</tspan></text>
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       style="font-size:2.10332px;line-height:1.25;font-family:'Gentium Book Plus';-inkscape-font-specification:'Gentium Book Plus';fill:url(#linearGradient384915);fill-opacity:1;stroke-width:0.262914"
       x="96.972"
       y="197.41777"
       id="text384903"
       transform="rotate(-5.4394138)"><tspan
         sodipodi:role="line"
         id="tspan384883"
         style="fill:url(#linearGradient384915);fill-opacity:1;stroke-width:0.262914"
         x="96.972"
         y="197.41777">Life breeds life, but death must now be chosen</tspan><tspan
         sodipodi:role="line"
         style="fill:url(#linearGradient384915);fill-opacity:1;stroke-width:0.262914"
         x="96.972"
         y="200.04691"
         id="tspan384885">for memory ends at the teeth of death.</tspan><tspan
         sodipodi:role="line"
         style="fill:url(#linearGradient384915);fill-opacity:1;stroke-width:0.262914"
         x="96.972"
         y="202.67606"
         id="tspan384887">The living know that they will die,</tspan><tspan
         sodipodi:role="line"
         style="fill:url(#linearGradient384915);fill-opacity:1;stroke-width:0.262914"
         x="96.972"
         y="205.30519"
         id="tspan384889">but the dead know nothing.</tspan><tspan
         sodipodi:role="line"
         style="fill:url(#linearGradient384915);fill-opacity:1;stroke-width:0.262914"
         x="96.972"
         y="207.93434"
         id="tspan384891">Hold my name beneath your tongue and know:</tspan><tspan
         sodipodi:role="line"
         style="fill:url(#linearGradient384915);fill-opacity:1;stroke-width:0.262914"
         x="96.972"
         y="210.56348"
         id="tspan384893">when you die, thus dies the name.</tspan><tspan
         sodipodi:role="line"
         style="fill:url(#linearGradient384915);fill-opacity:1;stroke-width:0.262914"
         x="96.972"
         y="213.19263"
         id="tspan384895">To deny the end is to deny all beginnings,</tspan><tspan
         sodipodi:role="line"
         style="fill:url(#linearGradient384915);fill-opacity:1;stroke-width:0.262914"
         x="96.972"
         y="215.82176"
         id="tspan384897">and to deny beginnings is to become immortal,</tspan><tspan
         sodipodi:role="line"
         style="fill:url(#linearGradient384915);fill-opacity:1;stroke-width:0.262914"
         x="96.972"
         y="218.45091"
         id="tspan384899">and to become immortal is to repeat the past,</tspan><tspan
         sodipodi:role="line"
         style="fill:url(#linearGradient384915);fill-opacity:1;stroke-width:0.262914"
         x="96.972"
         y="221.08006"
         id="tspan384901">which cannot itself, in the end, be denied.</tspan></text>
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       style="font-size:2.11667px;line-height:1.25;font-family:'Gentium Book Plus';-inkscape-font-specification:'Gentium Book Plus';fill:url(#linearGradient393215);fill-opacity:1;stroke-width:0.264583"
       x="70.495857"
       y="189.16164"
       id="text387359"
       transform="rotate(-2.7615518)"><tspan
         sodipodi:role="line"
         id="tspan387357"
         style="fill:url(#linearGradient393215);fill-opacity:1;stroke-width:0.264583"
         x="70.495857"
         y="189.16164">Oh, but to whom do I speak these words?</tspan><tspan
         sodipodi:role="line"
         style="fill:url(#linearGradient393215);fill-opacity:1;stroke-width:0.264583"
         x="70.495857"
         y="191.80748"
         id="tspan387361">To whom do I plead my case?</tspan><tspan
         sodipodi:role="line"
         style="fill:url(#linearGradient393215);fill-opacity:1;stroke-width:0.264583"
         x="70.495857"
         y="194.45331"
         id="tspan387363">From whence do I call out?</tspan><tspan
         sodipodi:role="line"
         style="fill:url(#linearGradient393215);fill-opacity:1;stroke-width:0.264583"
         x="70.495857"
         y="197.09915"
         id="tspan387365">What right have I?</tspan><tspan
         sodipodi:role="line"
         style="fill:url(#linearGradient393215);fill-opacity:1;stroke-width:0.264583"
         x="70.495857"
         y="199.74498"
         id="tspan387367">No ranks of angels will answer to dreamers,</tspan><tspan
         sodipodi:role="line"
         style="fill:url(#linearGradient393215);fill-opacity:1;stroke-width:0.264583"
         x="70.495857"
         y="202.39082"
         id="tspan387369">No unknowable spaces echo my words.</tspan><tspan
         sodipodi:role="line"
         style="fill:url(#linearGradient393215);fill-opacity:1;stroke-width:0.264583"
         x="70.495857"
         y="205.03667"
         id="tspan387371">Before whom do I kneel, contrite?</tspan><tspan
         sodipodi:role="line"
         style="fill:url(#linearGradient393215);fill-opacity:1;stroke-width:0.264583"
         x="70.495857"
         y="207.6825"
         id="tspan387373">Behind whom do I await my judgment?</tspan><tspan
         sodipodi:role="line"
         style="fill:url(#linearGradient393215);fill-opacity:1;stroke-width:0.264583"
         x="70.495857"
         y="210.32834"
         id="tspan387375">Beside whom do I face death?</tspan><tspan
         sodipodi:role="line"
         style="fill:url(#linearGradient393215);fill-opacity:1;stroke-width:0.264583"
         x="70.495857"
         y="212.97417"
         id="tspan387377">And why wait I for an answer?</tspan></text>
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       style="font-size:2.11667px;line-height:1.25;font-family:'Gentium Book Plus';-inkscape-font-specification:'Gentium Book Plus';fill:url(#linearGradient393249);fill-opacity:1;stroke-width:0.264583"
       x="162.9216"
       y="146.18179"
       id="text393237"
       transform="rotate(22.696807)"><tspan
         sodipodi:role="line"
         id="tspan393217"
         style="fill:url(#linearGradient393249);fill-opacity:1;stroke-width:0.264583"
         x="162.9216"
         y="146.18179">Oh, but to whom do I speak these words?</tspan><tspan
         sodipodi:role="line"
         style="fill:url(#linearGradient393249);fill-opacity:1;stroke-width:0.264583"
         x="162.9216"
         y="148.82764"
         id="tspan393219">To whom do I plead my case?</tspan><tspan
         sodipodi:role="line"
         style="fill:url(#linearGradient393249);fill-opacity:1;stroke-width:0.264583"
         x="162.9216"
         y="151.47346"
         id="tspan393221">From whence do I call out?</tspan><tspan
         sodipodi:role="line"
         style="fill:url(#linearGradient393249);fill-opacity:1;stroke-width:0.264583"
         x="162.9216"
         y="154.11931"
         id="tspan393223">What right have I?</tspan><tspan
         sodipodi:role="line"
         style="fill:url(#linearGradient393249);fill-opacity:1;stroke-width:0.264583"
         x="162.9216"
         y="156.76514"
         id="tspan393225">No ranks of angels will answer to dreamers,</tspan><tspan
         sodipodi:role="line"
         style="fill:url(#linearGradient393249);fill-opacity:1;stroke-width:0.264583"
         x="162.9216"
         y="159.41098"
         id="tspan393227">No unknowable spaces echo my words.</tspan><tspan
         sodipodi:role="line"
         style="fill:url(#linearGradient393249);fill-opacity:1;stroke-width:0.264583"
         x="162.9216"
         y="162.05682"
         id="tspan393229">Before whom do I kneel, contrite?</tspan><tspan
         sodipodi:role="line"
         style="fill:url(#linearGradient393249);fill-opacity:1;stroke-width:0.264583"
         x="162.9216"
         y="164.70265"
         id="tspan393231">Behind whom do I await my judgment?</tspan><tspan
         sodipodi:role="line"
         style="fill:url(#linearGradient393249);fill-opacity:1;stroke-width:0.264583"
         x="162.9216"
         y="167.3485"
         id="tspan393233">Beside whom do I face death?</tspan><tspan
         sodipodi:role="line"
         style="fill:url(#linearGradient393249);fill-opacity:1;stroke-width:0.264583"
         x="162.9216"
         y="169.99432"
         id="tspan393235">And why wait I for an answer?</tspan></text>
    <text
       xml:space="preserve"
       style="font-size:1.85171px;line-height:1.25;font-family:'Gentium Book Plus';-inkscape-font-specification:'Gentium Book Plus';fill:url(#linearGradient393287);fill-opacity:1;stroke-width:0.231463"
       x="93.091614"
       y="214.65605"
       id="text393271"
       transform="rotate(-5.3358737)"><tspan
         sodipodi:role="line"
         id="tspan393251"
         style="fill:url(#linearGradient393287);fill-opacity:1;stroke-width:0.231463"
         x="93.091614"
         y="214.65605">Oh, but to whom do I speak these words?</tspan><tspan
         sodipodi:role="line"
         style="fill:url(#linearGradient393287);fill-opacity:1;stroke-width:0.231463"
         x="93.091614"
         y="216.97069"
         id="tspan393253">To whom do I plead my case?</tspan><tspan
         sodipodi:role="line"
         style="fill:url(#linearGradient393287);fill-opacity:1;stroke-width:0.231463"
         x="93.091614"
         y="219.28532"
         id="tspan393255">From whence do I call out?</tspan><tspan
         sodipodi:role="line"
         style="fill:url(#linearGradient393287);fill-opacity:1;stroke-width:0.231463"
         x="93.091614"
         y="221.59996"
         id="tspan393257">What right have I?</tspan><tspan
         sodipodi:role="line"
         style="fill:url(#linearGradient393287);fill-opacity:1;stroke-width:0.231463"
         x="93.091614"
         y="223.9146"
         id="tspan393259">No ranks of angels will answer to dreamers,</tspan><tspan
         sodipodi:role="line"
         style="fill:url(#linearGradient393287);fill-opacity:1;stroke-width:0.231463"
         x="93.091614"
         y="226.22923"
         id="tspan393261">No unknowable spaces echo my words.</tspan><tspan
         sodipodi:role="line"
         style="fill:url(#linearGradient393287);fill-opacity:1;stroke-width:0.231463"
         x="93.091614"
         y="228.54387"
         id="tspan393263">Before whom do I kneel, contrite?</tspan><tspan
         sodipodi:role="line"
         style="fill:url(#linearGradient393287);fill-opacity:1;stroke-width:0.231463"
         x="93.091614"
         y="230.85852"
         id="tspan393265">Behind whom do I await my judgment?</tspan><tspan
         sodipodi:role="line"
         style="fill:url(#linearGradient393287);fill-opacity:1;stroke-width:0.231463"
         x="93.091614"
         y="233.17316"
         id="tspan393267">Beside whom do I face death?</tspan><tspan
         sodipodi:role="line"
         style="fill:url(#linearGradient393287);fill-opacity:1;stroke-width:0.231463"
         x="93.091614"
         y="235.48779"
         id="tspan393269">And why wait I for an answer?</tspan></text>
    <text
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       style="font-size:2.11667px;line-height:1.25;font-family:'Gentium Book Plus';-inkscape-font-specification:'Gentium Book Plus';fill:url(#linearGradient402307);fill-opacity:1;stroke-width:0.264583"
       x="-16.737717"
       y="176.79034"
       id="text394039"><tspan
         sodipodi:role="line"
         id="tspan394037"
         style="fill:url(#linearGradient402307);fill-opacity:1;stroke-width:0.264583"
         x="-16.737717"
         y="176.79034">Among those who create are those who forge:</tspan><tspan
         sodipodi:role="line"
         style="fill:url(#linearGradient402307);fill-opacity:1;stroke-width:0.264583"
         x="-16.737717"
         y="179.43619"
         id="tspan394041">Moving ceaselessly from creation to creation.</tspan><tspan
         sodipodi:role="line"
         style="fill:url(#linearGradient402307);fill-opacity:1;stroke-width:0.264583"
         x="-16.737717"
         y="182.08202"
         id="tspan394043">And those who remain are those who hone,</tspan><tspan
         sodipodi:role="line"
         style="fill:url(#linearGradient402307);fill-opacity:1;stroke-width:0.264583"
         x="-16.737717"
         y="184.72786"
         id="tspan394045">Perfecting singular arts to a cruel point.</tspan><tspan
         sodipodi:role="line"
         style="fill:url(#linearGradient402307);fill-opacity:1;stroke-width:0.264583"
         x="-16.737717"
         y="187.37369"
         id="tspan394047">To forge is to end, and to own beginnings.</tspan><tspan
         sodipodi:role="line"
         style="fill:url(#linearGradient402307);fill-opacity:1;stroke-width:0.264583"
         x="-16.737717"
         y="190.01953"
         id="tspan394049">To hone is to trade ends for perpetual perfection.</tspan><tspan
         sodipodi:role="line"
         style="fill:url(#linearGradient402307);fill-opacity:1;stroke-width:0.264583"
         x="-16.737717"
         y="192.66537"
         id="tspan394051">In this end of days, I must begin anew.</tspan><tspan
         sodipodi:role="line"
         style="fill:url(#linearGradient402307);fill-opacity:1;stroke-width:0.264583"
         x="-16.737717"
         y="195.3112"
         id="tspan394053">In this end of days, I seek an end.</tspan><tspan
         sodipodi:role="line"
         style="fill:url(#linearGradient402307);fill-opacity:1;stroke-width:0.264583"
         x="-16.737717"
         y="197.95705"
         id="tspan394055">In this end of days, I reach for new beginnings</tspan><tspan
         sodipodi:role="line"
         style="fill:url(#linearGradient402307);fill-opacity:1;stroke-width:0.264583"
         x="-16.737717"
         y="200.60287"
         id="tspan394057">that I may find the middle path.</tspan></text>
    <text
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       style="font-size:2.11667px;line-height:1.25;font-family:'Gentium Book Plus';-inkscape-font-specification:'Gentium Book Plus';fill:url(#linearGradient402303);fill-opacity:1;stroke-width:0.264583"
       x="-21.3302"
       y="200.82362"
       id="text402295"
       transform="rotate(-5.461372)"><tspan
         sodipodi:role="line"
         id="tspan402275"
         style="fill:url(#linearGradient402303);fill-opacity:1;stroke-width:0.264583"
         x="-21.3302"
         y="200.82362">Among those who create are those who forge:</tspan><tspan
         sodipodi:role="line"
         style="fill:url(#linearGradient402303);fill-opacity:1;stroke-width:0.264583"
         x="-21.3302"
         y="203.46947"
         id="tspan402277">Moving ceaselessly from creation to creation.</tspan><tspan
         sodipodi:role="line"
         style="fill:url(#linearGradient402303);fill-opacity:1;stroke-width:0.264583"
         x="-21.3302"
         y="206.1153"
         id="tspan402279">And those who remain are those who hone,</tspan><tspan
         sodipodi:role="line"
         style="fill:url(#linearGradient402303);fill-opacity:1;stroke-width:0.264583"
         x="-21.3302"
         y="208.76114"
         id="tspan402281">Perfecting singular arts to a cruel point.</tspan><tspan
         sodipodi:role="line"
         style="fill:url(#linearGradient402303);fill-opacity:1;stroke-width:0.264583"
         x="-21.3302"
         y="211.40697"
         id="tspan402283">To forge is to end, and to own beginnings.</tspan><tspan
         sodipodi:role="line"
         style="fill:url(#linearGradient402303);fill-opacity:1;stroke-width:0.264583"
         x="-21.3302"
         y="214.05281"
         id="tspan402285">To hone is to trade ends for perpetual perfection.</tspan><tspan
         sodipodi:role="line"
         style="fill:url(#linearGradient402303);fill-opacity:1;stroke-width:0.264583"
         x="-21.3302"
         y="216.69865"
         id="tspan402287">In this end of days, I must begin anew.</tspan><tspan
         sodipodi:role="line"
         style="fill:url(#linearGradient402303);fill-opacity:1;stroke-width:0.264583"
         x="-21.3302"
         y="219.34448"
         id="tspan402289">In this end of days, I seek an end.</tspan><tspan
         sodipodi:role="line"
         style="fill:url(#linearGradient402303);fill-opacity:1;stroke-width:0.264583"
         x="-21.3302"
         y="221.99033"
         id="tspan402291">In this end of days, I reach for new beginnings</tspan><tspan
         sodipodi:role="line"
         style="fill:url(#linearGradient402303);fill-opacity:1;stroke-width:0.264583"
         x="-21.3302"
         y="224.63615"
         id="tspan402293">that I may find the middle path.</tspan></text>
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       style="font-size:1.61454px;line-height:1.25;font-family:'Gentium Book Plus';-inkscape-font-specification:'Gentium Book Plus';fill:url(#linearGradient402345);fill-opacity:1;stroke-width:0.201817"
       x="26.409729"
       y="207.54158"
       id="text402329"><tspan
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           style="font-size:1.41111px;fill:url(#linearGradient409886);fill-opacity:1;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none">Time is a finger pointing at itself </tspan><tspan
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           style="font-size:1.41111px;fill:url(#linearGradient409886);fill-opacity:1;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
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           style="font-size:1.41111px;fill:url(#linearGradient410541);fill-opacity:1;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
           id="tspan404206-2">and the only constant is change.</tspan></textPath></text>
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       style="font-size:1.41111px;line-height:1.25;font-family:'Gentium Book Plus';-inkscape-font-specification:'Gentium Book Plus';fill:url(#linearGradient410667);fill-opacity:1;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
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           id="tspan404186-84"
           style="font-size:1.41111px;fill:url(#linearGradient410667);fill-opacity:1;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none">Time is a finger pointing at itself </tspan><tspan
           style="font-size:1.41111px;fill:url(#linearGradient410667);fill-opacity:1;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
           id="tspan404190-73">that it might give the world orders. </tspan><tspan
           style="font-size:1.41111px;fill:url(#linearGradient410667);fill-opacity:1;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
           id="tspan404192-6">The world is an audience before a stage </tspan><tspan
           style="font-size:1.41111px;fill:url(#linearGradient410667);fill-opacity:1;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
           id="tspan404194-3">where it watches the slow hours progress. </tspan><tspan
           style="font-size:1.41111px;fill:url(#linearGradient410667);fill-opacity:1;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
           id="tspan404196-69">And we are the motes in the stage-lights, </tspan><tspan
           style="font-size:1.41111px;fill:url(#linearGradient410667);fill-opacity:1;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
           id="tspan404198-2">Beholden to the heat of the lamps. </tspan><tspan
           style="font-size:1.41111px;fill:url(#linearGradient410667);fill-opacity:1;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
           id="tspan404200-72">If I walk backward, time moves forward. </tspan><tspan
           style="font-size:1.41111px;fill:url(#linearGradient410667);fill-opacity:1;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
           id="tspan404202-08">If I walk forward, time rushes on. </tspan><tspan
           style="font-size:1.41111px;fill:url(#linearGradient410667);fill-opacity:1;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
           id="tspan404204-4">If I stand still, the world moves around me, </tspan><tspan
           style="font-size:1.41111px;fill:url(#linearGradient410667);fill-opacity:1;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
           id="tspan404206-5">and the only constant is change.</tspan></textPath></text>
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           style="font-size:1.41111px;fill:url(#linearGradient410805);fill-opacity:1;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none">Time is a finger pointing at itself </tspan><tspan
           style="font-size:1.41111px;fill:url(#linearGradient410805);fill-opacity:1;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
           id="tspan404190-5">that it might give the world orders. </tspan><tspan
           style="font-size:1.41111px;fill:url(#linearGradient410805);fill-opacity:1;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
           id="tspan404192-9">The world is an audience before a stage </tspan><tspan
           style="font-size:1.41111px;fill:url(#linearGradient410805);fill-opacity:1;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
           id="tspan404194-40">where it watches the slow hours progress. </tspan><tspan
           style="font-size:1.41111px;fill:url(#linearGradient410805);fill-opacity:1;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
           id="tspan404196-4">And we are the motes in the stage-lights, </tspan><tspan
           style="font-size:1.41111px;fill:url(#linearGradient410805);fill-opacity:1;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
           id="tspan404198-0">Beholden to the heat of the lamps. </tspan><tspan
           style="font-size:1.41111px;fill:url(#linearGradient410805);fill-opacity:1;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
           id="tspan404200-5">If I walk backward, time moves forward. </tspan><tspan
           style="font-size:1.41111px;fill:url(#linearGradient410805);fill-opacity:1;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
           id="tspan404202-35">If I walk forward, time rushes on. </tspan><tspan
           style="font-size:1.41111px;fill:url(#linearGradient410805);fill-opacity:1;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
           id="tspan404204-02">If I stand still, the world moves around me, </tspan><tspan
           style="font-size:1.41111px;fill:url(#linearGradient410805);fill-opacity:1;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
           id="tspan404206-3">and the only constant is change.</tspan></textPath></text>
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       style="font-size:1.41111px;line-height:1.25;font-family:'Gentium Book Plus';-inkscape-font-specification:'Gentium Book Plus';fill:url(#linearGradient410957);fill-opacity:1;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
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           style="font-size:1.41111px;fill:url(#linearGradient410957);fill-opacity:1;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none">Time is a finger pointing at itself </tspan><tspan
           style="font-size:1.41111px;fill:url(#linearGradient410957);fill-opacity:1;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
           id="tspan404190-17">that it might give the world orders. </tspan><tspan
           style="font-size:1.41111px;fill:url(#linearGradient410957);fill-opacity:1;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
           id="tspan404192-14">The world is an audience before a stage </tspan><tspan
           style="font-size:1.41111px;fill:url(#linearGradient410957);fill-opacity:1;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
           id="tspan404194-99">where it watches the slow hours progress. </tspan><tspan
           style="font-size:1.41111px;fill:url(#linearGradient410957);fill-opacity:1;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
           id="tspan404196-0">And we are the motes in the stage-lights, </tspan><tspan
           style="font-size:1.41111px;fill:url(#linearGradient410957);fill-opacity:1;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
           id="tspan404198-6">Beholden to the heat of the lamps. </tspan><tspan
           style="font-size:1.41111px;fill:url(#linearGradient410957);fill-opacity:1;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
           id="tspan404200-4">If I walk backward, time moves forward. </tspan><tspan
           style="font-size:1.41111px;fill:url(#linearGradient410957);fill-opacity:1;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
           id="tspan404202-51">If I walk forward, time rushes on. </tspan><tspan
           style="font-size:1.41111px;fill:url(#linearGradient410957);fill-opacity:1;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
           id="tspan404204-1">If I stand still, the world moves around me, </tspan><tspan
           style="font-size:1.41111px;fill:url(#linearGradient410957);fill-opacity:1;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
           id="tspan404206-0">and the only constant is change.</tspan></textPath></text>
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       style="font-size:1.41111px;line-height:1.25;font-family:'Gentium Book Plus';-inkscape-font-specification:'Gentium Book Plus';fill:url(#linearGradient411097);fill-opacity:1;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
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           style="font-size:1.41111px;fill:url(#linearGradient411097);fill-opacity:1;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none">Time is a finger pointing at itself </tspan><tspan
           style="font-size:1.41111px;fill:url(#linearGradient411097);fill-opacity:1;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
           id="tspan404190-56">that it might give the world orders. </tspan><tspan
           style="font-size:1.41111px;fill:url(#linearGradient411097);fill-opacity:1;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
           id="tspan404192-7">The world is an audience before a stage </tspan><tspan
           style="font-size:1.41111px;fill:url(#linearGradient411097);fill-opacity:1;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
           id="tspan404194-1">where it watches the slow hours progress. </tspan><tspan
           style="font-size:1.41111px;fill:url(#linearGradient411097);fill-opacity:1;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
           id="tspan404196-65">And we are the motes in the stage-lights, </tspan><tspan
           style="font-size:1.41111px;fill:url(#linearGradient411097);fill-opacity:1;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
           id="tspan404198-4">Beholden to the heat of the lamps. </tspan><tspan
           style="font-size:1.41111px;fill:url(#linearGradient411097);fill-opacity:1;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
           id="tspan404200-1">If I walk backward, time moves forward. </tspan><tspan
           style="font-size:1.41111px;fill:url(#linearGradient411097);fill-opacity:1;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
           id="tspan404202-9">If I walk forward, time rushes on. </tspan><tspan
           style="font-size:1.41111px;fill:url(#linearGradient411097);fill-opacity:1;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
           id="tspan404204-70">If I stand still, the world moves around me, </tspan><tspan
           style="font-size:1.41111px;fill:url(#linearGradient411097);fill-opacity:1;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
           id="tspan404206-01">and the only constant is change.</tspan></textPath></text>
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       style="font-size:1.41111px;line-height:1.25;font-family:'Gentium Book Plus';-inkscape-font-specification:'Gentium Book Plus';fill:url(#linearGradient411237);fill-opacity:1;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
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           style="font-size:1.41111px;fill:url(#linearGradient411237);fill-opacity:1;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none">Time is a finger pointing at itself </tspan><tspan
           style="font-size:1.41111px;fill:url(#linearGradient411237);fill-opacity:1;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
           id="tspan404190-0">that it might give the world orders. </tspan><tspan
           style="font-size:1.41111px;fill:url(#linearGradient411237);fill-opacity:1;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
           id="tspan404192-8">The world is an audience before a stage </tspan><tspan
           style="font-size:1.41111px;fill:url(#linearGradient411237);fill-opacity:1;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
           id="tspan404194-0">where it watches the slow hours progress. </tspan><tspan
           style="font-size:1.41111px;fill:url(#linearGradient411237);fill-opacity:1;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
           id="tspan404196-14">And we are the motes in the stage-lights, </tspan><tspan
           style="font-size:1.41111px;fill:url(#linearGradient411237);fill-opacity:1;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
           id="tspan404198-7">Beholden to the heat of the lamps. </tspan><tspan
           style="font-size:1.41111px;fill:url(#linearGradient411237);fill-opacity:1;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
           id="tspan404200-73">If I walk backward, time moves forward. </tspan><tspan
           style="font-size:1.41111px;fill:url(#linearGradient411237);fill-opacity:1;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
           id="tspan404202-95">If I walk forward, time rushes on. </tspan><tspan
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           id="tspan404204-8">If I stand still, the world moves around me, </tspan><tspan
           style="font-size:1.41111px;fill:url(#linearGradient411237);fill-opacity:1;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
           id="tspan404206-58">and the only constant is change.</tspan></textPath></text>
    <text
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       style="font-size:25.4px;line-height:1.25;font-family:'Gentium Book Plus';-inkscape-font-specification:'Gentium Book Plus';fill:url(#linearGradient423521);fill-opacity:1;stroke-width:0.264583"
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         style="font-size:25.4px;fill:url(#linearGradient423521);fill-opacity:1;stroke-width:0.264583"
         x="-132.60985"
         y="-104.15113">Memory is a mirror of hammered silver:</tspan><tspan
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         id="tspan412321">a weapon against the waking world.</tspan><tspan
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         id="tspan412323">Dreams are the plate-glass atop memory:</tspan><tspan
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         id="tspan412325">a clarifying agent that reflects the sun.</tspan><tspan
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         style="font-size:25.4px;fill:url(#linearGradient423521);fill-opacity:1;stroke-width:0.264583"
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         id="tspan412327">The waking world fogs the view,</tspan><tspan
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         id="tspan412329">and time makes prey of remembering.</tspan><tspan
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         id="tspan412331">I remember sands beneath my feet.</tspan><tspan
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         style="font-size:25.4px;fill:url(#linearGradient423521);fill-opacity:1;stroke-width:0.264583"
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         id="tspan412333">I remember the rattle of dry grass.</tspan><tspan
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         style="font-size:25.4px;fill:url(#linearGradient423521);fill-opacity:1;stroke-width:0.264583"
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         id="tspan412335">I remember the names of all things,</tspan><tspan
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         style="font-size:25.4px;fill:url(#linearGradient423551);fill-opacity:1;stroke-width:0.264583"
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         id="tspan423541">If I am to bathe in dreams,</tspan><tspan
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         style="font-size:25.4px;fill:url(#linearGradient423551);fill-opacity:1;stroke-width:0.264583"
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         id="tspan424009">If I am to submerge myself in memory,</tspan><tspan
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         style="font-size:25.4px;fill:url(#linearGradient423551);fill-opacity:1;stroke-width:0.264583"
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         id="tspan424013">If I am to always be true to myself,</tspan><tspan
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         style="font-size:25.4px;fill:url(#linearGradient423551);fill-opacity:1;stroke-width:0.264583"
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         id="tspan424017">I must keep no veil between me and my words.</tspan><tspan
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         id="tspan424019">I must set no stones between me and my actions.</tspan><tspan
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         id="tspan432583">The only time I know my true name is when I dream.</tspan><tspan
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         id="tspan432837">The only time I dream is when need an answer.</tspan><tspan
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         id="tspan432839">Why ask questions, here at the end of all things?</tspan><tspan
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         style="font-size:22.379px;fill:url(#linearGradient448129);fill-opacity:1;stroke-width:0.233115"
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         id="tspan432841">Why ask questions when the answers will not help?</tspan><tspan
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         id="tspan432843">To know one’s true name is to know god.</tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan140991">and the end of memory lies beneath the roots. </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan140993"> </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan140995">May one day death itself not die? </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan140997">Should we rejoice in the end of endings? </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan140999">What is the correct thing to hope for? </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan141001">I do not know, I do not know. </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan141003">To pray for the end of endings </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan141005">is to pray for the end of memory. </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan141007">Should we forget the lives we lead? </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan141009">Should we forget the names of the dead? </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan141011">Should we forget the wheat, the rye, the tree? </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan141013">Perhaps this, too, is meaningless.</tspan></textPath></text>
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             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none">Time is a finger pointing at itself </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan145977">that it might give the world orders. </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan145979">The world is an audience before a stage </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan145981">where it watches the slow hours progress. </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan145983">And we are the motes in the stage-lights, </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan145985">Beholden to the heat of the lamps. </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan145987">If I walk backward, time moves forward. </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan145989">If I walk forward, time rushes on. </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan145991">If I stand still, the world moves around me, </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan145993">and the only constant is change. </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan145995"> </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan145997">Memory is a mirror of hammered silver: </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan145999">a weapon against the waking world. </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan146001">Dreams are the plate-glass atop memory: </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan146003">a clarifying agent that reflects the sun. </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan146005">The waking world fogs the view, </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan146007">and time makes prey of remembering. </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan146009">I remember sands beneath my feet. </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan146011">I remember the rattle of dry grass. </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan146013">I remember the names of all things, </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan146015">and forget them only when I wake. </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan146017"> </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan146019">If I am to bathe in dreams, </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan146021">then I must be willing to submerge myself. </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan146023">If I am to submerge myself in memory, </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan146025">then I must be true to myself. </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan146027">If I am to always be true to myself, </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan146029">then I must in all ways be earnest. </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan146031">I must keep no veil between me and my words. </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan146033">I must set no stones between me and my actions. </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan146035">I must show no hesitation when speaking my name, </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan146037">for that is my only possession. </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan146039"> </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan146041">The only time I know my true name is when I dream. </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan146043">The only time I dream is when need an answer. </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan146045">Why ask questions, here at the end of all things? </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan146047">Why ask questions when the answers will not help? </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan146049">To know one’s true name is to know god. </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan146051">To know god is to answer unasked questions. </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan146053">Do I know god after the end waking? </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan146055">Do I know god when I do not remember myself? </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan146057">Do I know god when I dream? </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan146059">May then my name die with me. </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan146061"> </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan146063">That which lives is forever praiseworthy, </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan146065">for they, knowing not, provide life in death. </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan146067">Dear the wheat and rye under the stars: </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan146075">What praise we give we give by consuming, </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan146091">I do not know, I do not know. </tspan><tspan
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             style="font-size:3.88056px;stroke-width:0.264583">Time is a finger pointing at itself </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan185565">The waking world fogs the view, </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan185567">and time makes prey of remembering. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:3.88056px;stroke-width:0.264583"
             id="tspan185569">I remember sands beneath my feet. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:3.88056px;stroke-width:0.264583"
             id="tspan185571">I remember the rattle of dry grass. </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan185573">I remember the names of all things, </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan185587">If I am to always be true to myself, </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan185591">I must keep no veil between me and my words. </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan185593">I must set no stones between me and my actions. </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan185595">I must show no hesitation when speaking my name, </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan185597">for that is my only possession. </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan185601">The only time I know my true name is when I dream. </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan185603">The only time I dream is when need an answer. </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan185605">Why ask questions, here at the end of all things? </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan185607">Why ask questions when the answers will not help? </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan185609">To know one’s true name is to know god. </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan185611">To know god is to answer unasked questions. </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan185613">Do I know god after the end waking? </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan185617">Do I know god when I dream? </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan185619">May then my name die with me. </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan185623">That which lives is forever praiseworthy, </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan185625">for they, knowing not, provide life in death. </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan185627">Dear the wheat and rye under the stars: </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:3.88056px;stroke-width:0.264583"
             id="tspan185629">serene; sustained and sustaining. </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan185631">Dear, also, the tree that was felled </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan185633">which offers heat and warmth in fire. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:3.88056px;stroke-width:0.264583"
             id="tspan185635">What praise we give we give by consuming, </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan185637">what gifts we give we give in death, </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan185639">what lives we lead we lead in memory, </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan185645">May one day death itself not die? </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan185647">Should we rejoice in the end of endings? </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan185651">I do not know, I do not know. </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan185653">To pray for the end of endings </tspan><tspan
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             style="font-size:3.88056px;stroke-width:0.264583"
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             id="tspan185659">Should we forget the names of the dead? </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan185661">Should we forget the wheat, the rye, the tree? </tspan><tspan
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             style="font-size:2.82222px;stroke-width:0.264583">Time is a finger pointing at itself </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan191060">that it might give the world orders. </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan191062">The world is an audience before a stage </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan191064">where it watches the slow hours progress. </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan191066">And we are the motes in the stage-lights, </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan191068">Beholden to the heat of the lamps. </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan191070">If I walk backward, time moves forward. </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan191072">If I walk forward, time rushes on. </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan191074">If I stand still, the world moves around me, </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan191076">and the only constant is change. </tspan><tspan
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             style="font-size:2.82222px;stroke-width:0.264583"
             id="tspan191080">Memory is a mirror of hammered silver: </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan191084">Dreams are the plate-glass atop memory: </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan191086">a clarifying agent that reflects the sun. </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan191088">The waking world fogs the view, </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan191092">I remember sands beneath my feet. </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan191094">I remember the rattle of dry grass. </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan191096">I remember the names of all things, </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan191102">If I am to bathe in dreams, </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan191106">If I am to submerge myself in memory, </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan191114">I must keep no veil between me and my words. </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan191116">I must set no stones between me and my actions. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:2.82222px;stroke-width:0.264583"
             id="tspan191118">I must show no hesitation when speaking my name, </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan191120">for that is my only possession. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:2.82222px;stroke-width:0.264583"
             id="tspan191122" /><tspan
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             id="tspan191124">The only time I know my true name is when I dream. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:2.82222px;stroke-width:0.264583"
             id="tspan191126">The only time I dream is when need an answer. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:2.82222px;stroke-width:0.264583"
             id="tspan191128">Why ask questions, here at the end of all things? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:2.82222px;stroke-width:0.264583"
             id="tspan191130">Why ask questions when the answers will not help? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:2.82222px;stroke-width:0.264583"
             id="tspan191132">To know one’s true name is to know god. </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan191134">To know god is to answer unasked questions. </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan191136">Do I know god after the end waking? </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan191138">Do I know god when I do not remember myself? </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan191140">Do I know god when I dream? </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan191142">May then my name die with me. </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan191144" /><tspan
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             id="tspan191146">That which lives is forever praiseworthy, </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan191148">for they, knowing not, provide life in death. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:2.82222px;stroke-width:0.264583"
             id="tspan191150">Dear the wheat and rye under the stars: </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:2.82222px;stroke-width:0.264583"
             id="tspan191152">serene; sustained and sustaining. </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan191154">Dear, also, the tree that was felled </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan191156">which offers heat and warmth in fire. </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan191158">What praise we give we give by consuming, </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan191174">I do not know, I do not know. </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan191184">Should we forget the wheat, the rye, the tree? </tspan><tspan
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             style="font-size:2.82222px;stroke-width:0.264583">Time is a finger pointing at itself </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan202415">If I walk forward, time rushes on. </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan202433">and time makes prey of remembering. </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan202437">I remember the rattle of dry grass. </tspan><tspan
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             style="stroke-width:0.264583">Time is a finger pointing at itself </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan203798">that it might give the world orders. </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan203804">And we are the motes in the stage-lights, </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan203806">Beholden to the heat of the lamps. </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan203808">If I walk backward, time moves forward. </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan203816"> </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan203830">I remember sands beneath my feet. </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan203832">I remember the rattle of dry grass. </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan203864">The only time I dream is when need an answer. </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan203866">Why ask questions, here at the end of all things? </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan203870">To know one’s true name is to know god. </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan203872">To know god is to answer unasked questions. </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan203874">Do I know god after the end waking? </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan203876">Do I know god when I do not remember myself? </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan203878">Do I know god when I dream? </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan203882"> </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan203886">for they, knowing not, provide life in death. </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan203888">Dear the wheat and rye under the stars: </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan203890">serene; sustained and sustaining. </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan203922">Should we forget the wheat, the rye, the tree? </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan204635">And we are the motes in the stage-lights, </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan204637">Beholden to the heat of the lamps. </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan204661">I remember sands beneath my feet. </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan204663">I remember the rattle of dry grass. </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan204665">I remember the names of all things, </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan204675">If I am to submerge myself in memory, </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan204679">If I am to always be true to myself, </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan204697">Why ask questions, here at the end of all things? </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan204701">To know one’s true name is to know god. </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan204703">To know god is to answer unasked questions. </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan204705">Do I know god after the end waking? </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan204707">Do I know god when I do not remember myself? </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan204709">Do I know god when I dream? </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan204719">Dear the wheat and rye under the stars: </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan204721">serene; sustained and sustaining. </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan204735"> </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan204741">What is the correct thing to hope for? </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan204743">I do not know, I do not know. </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan204751">Should we forget the names of the dead? </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan204753">Should we forget the wheat, the rye, the tree? </tspan><tspan
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             style="stroke-width:0.264583">Time is a finger pointing at itself </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan204763">that it might give the world orders. </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan204765">The world is an audience before a stage </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan204767">where it watches the slow hours progress. </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan204769">And we are the motes in the stage-lights, </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan204771">Beholden to the heat of the lamps. </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan204773">If I walk backward, time moves forward. </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan204775">If I walk forward, time rushes on. </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan204777">If I stand still, the world moves around me, </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan204781"> </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan204783">Memory is a mirror of hammered silver: </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan204785">a weapon against the waking world. </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan204787">Dreams are the plate-glass atop memory: </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan204791">The waking world fogs the view, </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan204793">and time makes prey of remembering. </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan204795">I remember sands beneath my feet. </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan204797">I remember the rattle of dry grass. </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan204799">I remember the names of all things, </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan204805">If I am to bathe in dreams, </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan204809">If I am to submerge myself in memory, </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan204813">If I am to always be true to myself, </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan204819">I must set no stones between me and my actions. </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan204821">I must show no hesitation when speaking my name, </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan204829">The only time I dream is when need an answer. </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan204831">Why ask questions, here at the end of all things? </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan204833">Why ask questions when the answers will not help? </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan204835">To know one’s true name is to know god. </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan204837">To know god is to answer unasked questions. </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan204839">Do I know god after the end waking? </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan204841">Do I know god when I do not remember myself? </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan204843">Do I know god when I dream? </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan204845">May then my name die with me. </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan204847"> </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan204849">That which lives is forever praiseworthy, </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan204851">for they, knowing not, provide life in death. </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0.264583"
             id="tspan204853">Dear the wheat and rye under the stars: </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0.264583"
             id="tspan204855">serene; sustained and sustaining. </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0.264583"
             id="tspan204857">Dear, also, the tree that was felled </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan204859">which offers heat and warmth in fire. </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan204861">What praise we give we give by consuming, </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan204867">and the end of memory lies beneath the roots. </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan204869"> </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan204873">Should we rejoice in the end of endings? </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan204875">What is the correct thing to hope for? </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan204877">I do not know, I do not know. </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan204879">To pray for the end of endings </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan204885">Should we forget the names of the dead? </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan204887">Should we forget the wheat, the rye, the tree? </tspan><tspan
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           style="font-size:2.82222px">Time is a finger pointing at itself that it might give the world orders. The world is an audience before a stage where it watches the slow hours progress. And we are the motes in the stage-lights, Beholden to the heat of the lamps. If I walk backward, time moves forward. If I walk forward, time rushes on. If I stand still, the world moves around me, and the only constant is change. Memory is a mirror of hammered silver: a weapon against the waking world. Dreams are the plate-glass atop memory: a clarifying agent that reflects the sun. The waking world fogs the view, and time makes prey of remembering. I remember sands beneath my feet. I remember the rattle of dry grass. I remember the names of all things, and forget them only when I wake. If I am to bathe in dreams, then I must be willing to submerge myself. If I am to submerge myself in memory, then I must be true to myself. If I am to always be true to myself, then I must in all ways be earnest. I must keep no veil between me and my words. I must set no stones between me and my actions. I must show no hesitation when speaking my name, for that is my only possession. The only time I know my true name is when I dream. The only time I dream is when need an answer. Why ask questions, here at the end of all things? Why ask questions when the answers will not help? To know one’s true name is to know god. To know god is to answer unasked questions. Do I know god after the end waking? Do I know god when I do not remember myself? Do I know god when I dream? May then my name die with me. That which lives is forever praiseworthy, for they, knowing not, provide life in death. Dear the wheat and rye under the stars: serene; sustained and sustaining. Dear, also, the tree that was felled which offers heat and warmth in fire. What praise we give we give by consuming, what gifts we give we give in death, what lives we lead we lead in memory, and the end of memory lies beneath the roots. May one day death itself not die? Should we rejoice in the end of endings? What is the correct thing to hope for? I do not know, I do not know. To pray for the end of endings is to pray for the end of memory. Should we forget the lives we lead? Should we forget the names of the dead? Should we forget the wheat, the rye, the tree? Perhaps this, too, is meaningless.</textPath></text>
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             style="font-size:2.82222px;stroke-width:0.264583">Time is a finger pointing at itself </tspan><tspan
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           id="textPath137799">Among those who create are those who forge: Moving ceaselessly from creation to creation. And those who remain are those who hone, Perfecting singular arts to a cruel point. To forge is to end, and to own beginnings. To hone is to trade ends for perpetual perfection. In this end of days, I must begin anew. In this end of days, I seek an end. In this end of days, I reach for new beginnings that I may find the middle path. Time is a finger pointing at itself that it might give the world orders. The world is an audience before a stage where it watches the slow hours progress. And we are the motes in the stage-lights, Beholden to the heat of the lamps. If I walk backward, time moves forward. If I walk forward, time rushes on. If I stand still, the world moves around me, and the only constant is change.  Memory is a mirror of hammered silver: a weapon against the waking world. Dreams are the plate-glass atop memory: a clarifying agent that reflects the sun. The waking world fogs the view, and time makes prey of remembering. I remember sands beneath my feet. I remember the rattle of dry grass. I remember the names of all things, and forget them only when I wake.  If I am to bathe in dreams, then I must be willing to submerge myself. If I am to submerge myself in memory, then I must be true to myself. If I am to always be true to myself, then I must in all ways be earnest. I must keep no veil between me and my words. I must set no stones between me and my actions. I must show no hesitation when speaking my name, for that is my only possession.  The only time I know my true name is when I dream. The only time I dream is when need an answer. Why ask questions, here at the end of all things? Why ask questions when the answers will not help? To know one’s true name is to know god. To know god is to answer unasked questions. Do I know god after the end waking? Do I know god when I do not remember myself? Do I know god when I dream? May then my name die with me.  That which lives is forever praiseworthy, for they, knowing not, provide life in death. Dear the wheat and rye under the stars: serene; sustained and sustaining. Dear, also, the tree that was felled which offers heat and warmth in fire. What praise we give we give by consuming, what gifts we give we give in death, what lives we lead we lead in memory, and the end of memory lies beneath the roots.  May one day death itself not die? Should we rejoice in the end of endings? What is the correct thing to hope for? I do not know, I do not know. To pray for the end of endings is to pray for the end of memory. Should we forget the lives we lead? Should we forget the names of the dead? Should we forget the wheat, the rye, the tree? Perhaps this, too, is meaningless.</textPath></text>
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           id="textPath126971">Among those who create are those who forge: Moving ceaselessly from creation to creation. And those who remain are those who hone, Perfecting singular arts to a cruel point. To forge is to end, and to own beginnings. To hone is to trade ends for perpetual perfection. In this end of days, I must begin anew. In this end of days, I seek an end. In this end of days, I reach for new beginnings that I may find the middle path. Time is a finger pointing at itself that it might give the world orders. The world is an audience before a stage where it watches the slow hours progress. And we are the motes in the stage-lights, Beholden to the heat of the lamps. If I walk backward, time moves forward. If I walk forward, time rushes on. If I stand still, the world moves around me, and the only constant is change.  Memory is a mirror of hammered silver: a weapon against the waking world. Dreams are the plate-glass atop memory: a clarifying agent that reflects the sun. The waking world fogs the view, and time makes prey of remembering. I remember sands beneath my feet. I remember the rattle of dry grass. I remember the names of all things, and forget them only when I wake.  If I am to bathe in dreams, then I must be willing to submerge myself. If I am to submerge myself in memory, then I must be true to myself. If I am to always be true to myself, then I must in all ways be earnest. I must keep no veil between me and my words. I must set no stones between me and my actions. I must show no hesitation when speaking my name, for that is my only possession.  The only time I know my true name is when I dream. The only time I dream is when need an answer. Why ask questions, here at the end of all things? Why ask questions when the answers will not help? To know one’s true name is to know god. To know god is to answer unasked questions. Do I know god after the end waking? Do I know god when I do not remember myself? Do I know god when I dream? May then my name die with me.  That which lives is forever praiseworthy, for they, knowing not, provide life in death. Dear the wheat and rye under the stars: serene; sustained and sustaining. Dear, also, the tree that was felled which offers heat and warmth in fire. What praise we give we give by consuming, what gifts we give we give in death, what lives we lead we lead in memory, and the end of memory lies beneath the roots.  May one day death itself not die? Should we rejoice in the end of endings? What is the correct thing to hope for? I do not know, I do not know. To pray for the end of endings is to pray for the end of memory. Should we forget the lives we lead? Should we forget the names of the dead? Should we forget the wheat, the rye, the tree? Perhaps this, too, is meaningless.</textPath></text>
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           style="font-size:2.82222px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"> Oh, but to whom do I speak these words? To whom do I plead my case? From whence do I call out? What right have I? No ranks of angels will answer to dreamers, No unknowable spaces echo my words. Before whom do I kneel, contrite? Behind whom do I await my judgment? Beside whom do I face death? And why wait I for an answer? Among those who create are those who forge: Moving ceaselessly from creation to creation. And those who remain are those who hone, Perfecting singular arts to a cruel point. To forge is to end, and to own beginnings. To hone is to trade ends for perpetual perfection. In this end of days, I must begin anew. In this end of days, I seek an end. In this end of days, I reach for new beginnings that I may find the middle path.</textPath></text>
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           style="font-size:2.82222px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"> Oh, but to whom do I speak these words? To whom do I plead my case? From whence do I call out? What right have I? No ranks of angels will answer to dreamers, No unknowable spaces echo my words. Before whom do I kneel, contrite? Behind whom do I await my judgment? Beside whom do I face death? And why wait I for an answer? Among those who create are those who forge: Moving ceaselessly from creation to creation. And those who remain are those who hone, Perfecting singular arts to a cruel point. To forge is to end, and to own beginnings. To hone is to trade ends for perpetual perfection. In this end of days, I must begin anew. In this end of days, I seek an end. In this end of days, I reach for new beginnings that I may find the middle path.</textPath></text>
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             id="tspan114294">Moving ceaselessly from creation to creation. </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan114296">And those who remain are those who hone, </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan114298">Perfecting singular arts to a cruel point. </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan114300">To forge is to end, and to own beginnings. </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan114304">In this end of days, I must begin anew. </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan114306">In this end of days, I seek an end. </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan114310">that I may find the middle path. </tspan><tspan
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             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan115348">I must set no stones between me and my actions. </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan115350">I must show no hesitation when speaking my name, </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan115352">for that is my only possession. </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan115354"> </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan115356">The only time I know my true name is when I dream. </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan115358">The only time I dream is when need an answer. </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan115360">Why ask questions, here at the end of all things? </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan115362">Why ask questions when the answers will not help? </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan115364">To know one’s true name is to know god. </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan115366">To know god is to answer unasked questions. </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan115368">Do I know god after the end waking? </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan115370">Do I know god when I do not remember myself? </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan115372">Do I know god when I dream? </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan115374">May then my name die with me. </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan115376"> </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan115378">That which lives is forever praiseworthy, </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan115380">for they, knowing not, provide life in death. </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan115382">Dear the wheat and rye under the stars: </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan115384">serene; sustained and sustaining. </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan115386">Dear, also, the tree that was felled </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan115388">which offers heat and warmth in fire. </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan115390">What praise we give we give by consuming, </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan115392">what gifts we give we give in death, </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan115394">what lives we lead we lead in memory, </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan115396">and the end of memory lies beneath the roots. </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan115398"> </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan115400">May one day death itself not die? </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan115402">Should we rejoice in the end of endings? </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan115404">What is the correct thing to hope for? </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan115406">I do not know, I do not know. </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan115408">To pray for the end of endings </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan115410">is to pray for the end of memory. </tspan><tspan
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           style="font-size:2.82222px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none">Among those who create are those who forge: Moving ceaselessly from creation to creation. And those who remain are those who hone, Perfecting singular arts to a cruel point. To forge is to end, and to own beginnings. To hone is to trade ends for perpetual perfection. In this end of days, I must begin anew. In this end of days, I seek an end. In this end of days, I reach for new beginnings that I may find the middle path. Time is a finger pointing at itself that it might give the world orders. The world is an audience before a stage where it watches the slow hours progress. And we are the motes in the stage-lights, Beholden to the heat of the lamps. If I walk backward, time moves forward. If I walk forward, time rushes on. If I stand still, the world moves around me, and the only constant is change.  Memory is a mirror of hammered silver: a weapon against the waking world. Dreams are the plate-glass atop memory: a clarifying agent that reflects the sun. The waking world fogs the view, and time makes prey of remembering. I remember sands beneath my feet. I remember the rattle of dry grass. I remember the names of all things, and forget them only when I wake.  If I am to bathe in dreams, then I must be willing to submerge myself. If I am to submerge myself in memory, then I must be true to myself. If I am to always be true to myself, then I must in all ways be earnest. I must keep no veil between me and my words. I must set no stones between me and my actions. I must show no hesitation when speaking my name, for that is my only possession.  The only time I know my true name is when I dream. The only time I dream is when need an answer. Why ask questions, here at the end of all things? Why ask questions when the answers will not help? To know one’s true name is to know god. To know god is to answer unasked questions. Do I know god after the end waking? Do I know god when I do not remember myself? Do I know god when I dream? May then my name die with me.  That which lives is forever praiseworthy, for they, knowing not, provide life in death. Dear the wheat and rye under the stars: serene; sustained and sustaining. Dear, also, the tree that was felled which offers heat and warmth in fire. What praise we give we give by consuming, what gifts we give we give in death, what lives we lead we lead in memory, and the end of memory lies beneath the roots.  May one day death itself not die? Should we rejoice in the end of endings? What is the correct thing to hope for? I do not know, I do not know. To pray for the end of endings is to pray for the end of memory. Should we forget the lives we lead? Should we forget the names of the dead? Should we forget the wheat, the rye, the tree? Perhaps this, too, is meaningless.</textPath></text>
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           style="font-size:2.82222px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none">Among those who create are those who forge: Moving ceaselessly from creation to creation. And those who remain are those who hone, Perfecting singular arts to a cruel point. To forge is to end, and to own beginnings. To hone is to trade ends for perpetual perfection. In this end of days, I must begin anew. In this end of days, I seek an end. In this end of days, I reach for new beginnings that I may find the middle path. Time is a finger pointing at itself that it might give the world orders. The world is an audience before a stage where it watches the slow hours progress. And we are the motes in the stage-lights, Beholden to the heat of the lamps. If I walk backward, time moves forward. If I walk forward, time rushes on. If I stand still, the world moves around me, and the only constant is change.  Memory is a mirror of hammered silver: a weapon against the waking world. Dreams are the plate-glass atop memory: a clarifying agent that reflects the sun. The waking world fogs the view, and time makes prey of remembering. I remember sands beneath my feet. I remember the rattle of dry grass. I remember the names of all things, and forget them only when I wake.  If I am to bathe in dreams, then I must be willing to submerge myself. If I am to submerge myself in memory, then I must be true to myself. If I am to always be true to myself, then I must in all ways be earnest. I must keep no veil between me and my words. I must set no stones between me and my actions. I must show no hesitation when speaking my name, for that is my only possession.  The only time I know my true name is when I dream. The only time I dream is when need an answer. Why ask questions, here at the end of all things? Why ask questions when the answers will not help? To know one’s true name is to know god. To know god is to answer unasked questions. Do I know god after the end waking? Do I know god when I do not remember myself? Do I know god when I dream? May then my name die with me.  That which lives is forever praiseworthy, for they, knowing not, provide life in death. Dear the wheat and rye under the stars: serene; sustained and sustaining. Dear, also, the tree that was felled which offers heat and warmth in fire. What praise we give we give by consuming, what gifts we give we give in death, what lives we lead we lead in memory, and the end of memory lies beneath the roots.  May one day death itself not die? Should we rejoice in the end of endings? What is the correct thing to hope for? I do not know, I do not know. To pray for the end of endings is to pray for the end of memory. Should we forget the lives we lead? Should we forget the names of the dead? Should we forget the wheat, the rye, the tree? Perhaps this, too, is meaningless.</textPath></text>
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             style="font-size:2.82222px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none">Life breeds life, but death must now be chosen </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan230429">I must show no hesitation when speaking my name, </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan230437">The only time I dream is when need an answer. </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan230439">Why ask questions, here at the end of all things? </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan230441">Why ask questions when the answers will not help? </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan230443">To know one’s true name is to know god. </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan230445">To know god is to answer unasked questions. </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan230447">Do I know god after the end waking? </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan230449">Do I know god when I do not remember myself? </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan230451">Do I know god when I dream? </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan230455"> </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan230457">That which lives is forever praiseworthy, </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan230459">for they, knowing not, provide life in death. </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan230461">Dear the wheat and rye under the stars: </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan230463">serene; sustained and sustaining. </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan230465">Dear, also, the tree that was felled </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan230469">What praise we give we give by consuming, </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan230483">What is the correct thing to hope for? </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan230485">I do not know, I do not know. </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan230487">To pray for the end of endings </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan230493">Should we forget the names of the dead? </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan230495">Should we forget the wheat, the rye, the tree? </tspan><tspan
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             style="stroke-width:0.264583">Time is a finger pointing at itself </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan232700">that it might give the world orders. </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan232702">The world is an audience before a stage </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan232704">where it watches the slow hours progress. </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan232706">And we are the motes in the stage-lights, </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan232718"> </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan232720">Memory is a mirror of hammered silver: </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan232722">a weapon against the waking world. </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan232732">I remember sands beneath my feet. </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan232734">I remember the rattle of dry grass. </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan232736">I remember the names of all things, </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan232746">If I am to submerge myself in memory, </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan232750">If I am to always be true to myself, </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan232754">I must keep no veil between me and my words. </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan232764">The only time I know my true name is when I dream. </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan232766">The only time I dream is when need an answer. </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan232768">Why ask questions, here at the end of all things? </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan232770">Why ask questions when the answers will not help? </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan232772">To know one’s true name is to know god. </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan232774">To know god is to answer unasked questions. </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan232776">Do I know god after the end waking? </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan232778">Do I know god when I do not remember myself? </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan232780">Do I know god when I dream? </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan232782">May then my name die with me. </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan232784"> </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan232786">That which lives is forever praiseworthy, </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan232788">for they, knowing not, provide life in death. </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan232798">What praise we give we give by consuming, </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan232806"> </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan232810">Should we rejoice in the end of endings? </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan232812">What is the correct thing to hope for? </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan232814">I do not know, I do not know. </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan232824">Should we forget the wheat, the rye, the tree? </tspan><tspan
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             style="stroke-width:0.264583">Time is a finger pointing at itself </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan232868">I remember the rattle of dry grass. </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan232884">If I am to always be true to myself, </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan232888">I must keep no veil between me and my words. </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan232900">The only time I dream is when need an answer. </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan232902">Why ask questions, here at the end of all things? </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan232924">Dear the wheat and rye under the stars: </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan232944">Should we rejoice in the end of endings? </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan234085">and forget them only when I wake. </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan234089">If I am to bathe in dreams, </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan234091">then I must be willing to submerge myself. </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan234093">If I am to submerge myself in memory, </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan234095">then I must be true to myself. </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan234097">If I am to always be true to myself, </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan234099">then I must in all ways be earnest. </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan234101">I must keep no veil between me and my words. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan234103">I must set no stones between me and my actions. </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan234111">The only time I know my true name is when I dream. </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan234123">Do I know god after the end waking? </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan234125">Do I know god when I do not remember myself? </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan234127">Do I know god when I dream? </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan234133">That which lives is forever praiseworthy, </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan234137">Dear the wheat and rye under the stars: </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan234139">serene; sustained and sustaining. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan234141">Dear, also, the tree that was felled </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan234143">which offers heat and warmth in fire. </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan234173">Perhaps this, too, is meaningless.</tspan></textPath></text>
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             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none">Time is a finger pointing at itself </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan235818">that it might give the world orders. </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan235822">where it watches the slow hours progress. </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan235824">And we are the motes in the stage-lights, </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan235826">Beholden to the heat of the lamps. </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan235830">If I walk forward, time rushes on. </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan235838">Memory is a mirror of hammered silver: </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan235840">a weapon against the waking world. </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan235848">and time makes prey of remembering. </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan235850">I remember sands beneath my feet. </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan235852">I remember the rattle of dry grass. </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan235854">I remember the names of all things, </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan235860">If I am to bathe in dreams, </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan235862">then I must be willing to submerge myself. </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan235864">If I am to submerge myself in memory, </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan235866">then I must be true to myself. </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan235868">If I am to always be true to myself, </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan235870">then I must in all ways be earnest. </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan235872">I must keep no veil between me and my words. </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan235882">The only time I know my true name is when I dream. </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan235884">The only time I dream is when need an answer. </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan235886">Why ask questions, here at the end of all things? </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan235888">Why ask questions when the answers will not help? </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan235890">To know one’s true name is to know god. </tspan><tspan
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             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan237339">Beholden to the heat of the lamps. </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan237341">If I walk backward, time moves forward. </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan237343">If I walk forward, time rushes on. </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan237345">If I stand still, the world moves around me, </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan237347">and the only constant is change. </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan237349"> </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan237351">Memory is a mirror of hammered silver: </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan237353">a weapon against the waking world. </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan237355">Dreams are the plate-glass atop memory: </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan237357">a clarifying agent that reflects the sun. </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan237359">The waking world fogs the view, </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan237361">and time makes prey of remembering. </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan237363">I remember sands beneath my feet. </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan237365">I remember the rattle of dry grass. </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan237367">I remember the names of all things, </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan237369">and forget them only when I wake. </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan237371"> </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan237373">If I am to bathe in dreams, </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan237375">then I must be willing to submerge myself. </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan237377">If I am to submerge myself in memory, </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan237379">then I must be true to myself. </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan237381">If I am to always be true to myself, </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan237383">then I must in all ways be earnest. </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan237385">I must keep no veil between me and my words. </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan237387">I must set no stones between me and my actions. </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan237389">I must show no hesitation when speaking my name, </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan237391">for that is my only possession. </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan237393"> </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan237395">The only time I know my true name is when I dream. </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan237397">The only time I dream is when need an answer. </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan237399">Why ask questions, here at the end of all things? </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan237401">Why ask questions when the answers will not help? </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan237403">To know one’s true name is to know god. </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan237405">To know god is to answer unasked questions. </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan237407">Do I know god after the end waking? </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan237409">Do I know god when I do not remember myself? </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan237411">Do I know god when I dream? </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan237413">May then my name die with me. </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan237415"> </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan237417">That which lives is forever praiseworthy, </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan237419">for they, knowing not, provide life in death. </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan237421">Dear the wheat and rye under the stars: </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan237423">serene; sustained and sustaining. </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan237425">Dear, also, the tree that was felled </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan237427">which offers heat and warmth in fire. </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan237429">What praise we give we give by consuming, </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan237431">what gifts we give we give in death, </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan237433">what lives we lead we lead in memory, </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan237435">and the end of memory lies beneath the roots. </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan237437"> </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan237439">May one day death itself not die? </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan237441">Should we rejoice in the end of endings? </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan237443">What is the correct thing to hope for? </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan237445">I do not know, I do not know. </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan237447">To pray for the end of endings </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan237449">is to pray for the end of memory. </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan237451">Should we forget the lives we lead? </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan237453">Should we forget the names of the dead? </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan237455">Should we forget the wheat, the rye, the tree? </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan237457">Perhaps this, too, is meaningless.</tspan></textPath></text>
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             id="tspan241803"
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none">I am at a loss for images in this end of days: </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan241807">I have sight but cannot see. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan241809">I build castles out of words; </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan241811">I cannot stop myself from speaking. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan241813">I still have will and goals to attain, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan241815">I still have wants and needs. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan241817">And if I dream, is that not so? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan241819">If I dream, am I no longer myself? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan241821">If I dream, am I still buried beneath words? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan241823">And I still dream even while awake. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan241825" /><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan241827">Life breeds life, but death must now be chosen </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan241829">for memory ends at the teeth of death. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan241831">The living know that they will die, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan241833">but the dead know nothing. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan241835">Hold my name beneath your tongue and know: </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan241837">when you die, thus dies the name. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan241839">To deny the end is to deny all beginnings, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan241841">and to deny beginnings is to become immortal, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan241843">and to become immortal is to repeat the past, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan241845">which cannot itself, in the end, be denied. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan241847" /><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan241849">Oh, but to whom do I speak these words? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan241851">To whom do I plead my case? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan241853">From whence do I call out? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan241855">What right have I? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan241857">No ranks of angels will answer to dreamers, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan241859">No unknowable spaces echo my words. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan241861">Before whom do I kneel, contrite? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan241863">Behind whom do I await my judgment? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan241865">Beside whom do I face death? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan241867">And why wait I for an answer? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan241869" /><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan241871">Among those who create are those who forge: </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan241873">Moving ceaselessly from creation to creation. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan241875">And those who remain are those who hone, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan241877">Perfecting singular arts to a cruel point. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan241879">To forge is to end, and to own beginnings. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan241881">To hone is to trade ends for perpetual perfection. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan241883">In this end of days, I must begin anew. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan241885">In this end of days, I seek an end. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan241887">In this end of days, I reach for new beginnings </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan241889">that I may find the middle path. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan241891" /><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan241893">Time is a finger pointing at itself </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan241895">that it might give the world orders. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan241897">The world is an audience before a stage </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan241899">where it watches the slow hours progress. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan241901">And we are the motes in the stage-lights, </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan241903">Beholden to the heat of the lamps. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan241905">If I walk backward, time moves forward. </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan241907">If I walk forward, time rushes on. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan241909">If I stand still, the world moves around me, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan241911">and the only constant is change. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan241913" /><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan241915">Memory is a mirror of hammered silver: </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan241917">a weapon against the waking world. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan241919">Dreams are the plate-glass atop memory: </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan241921">a clarifying agent that reflects the sun. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan241923">The waking world fogs the view, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan241925">and time makes prey of remembering. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan241927">I remember sands beneath my feet. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan241929">I remember the rattle of dry grass. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan241931">I remember the names of all things, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan241933">and forget them only when I wake. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan241935" /><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan241937">If I am to bathe in dreams, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan241939">then I must be willing to submerge myself. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan241941">If I am to submerge myself in memory, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan241943">then I must be true to myself. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan241945">If I am to always be true to myself, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan241947">then I must in all ways be earnest. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan241949">I must keep no veil between me and my words. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan241951">I must set no stones between me and my actions. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan241953">I must show no hesitation when speaking my name, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan241955">for that is my only possession. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan241957" /><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan241959">The only time I know my true name is when I dream. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan241961">The only time I dream is when need an answer. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan241963">Why ask questions, here at the end of all things? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan241965">Why ask questions when the answers will not help? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan241967">To know one’s true name is to know god. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan241969">To know god is to answer unasked questions. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan241971">Do I know god after the end waking? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan241973">Do I know god when I do not remember myself? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan241975">Do I know god when I dream? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan241977">May then my name die with me. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan241979" /><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan241981">That which lives is forever praiseworthy, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan241983">for they, knowing not, provide life in death. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan241985">Dear the wheat and rye under the stars: </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan241987">serene; sustained and sustaining. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan241989">Dear, also, the tree that was felled </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan241991">which offers heat and warmth in fire. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan241993">What praise we give we give by consuming, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan241995">what gifts we give we give in death, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan241997">what lives we lead we lead in memory, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan241999">and the end of memory lies beneath the roots. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan242001" /><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan242003">May one day death itself not die? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan242005">Should we rejoice in the end of endings? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan242007">What is the correct thing to hope for? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan242009">I do not know, I do not know. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan242011">To pray for the end of endings </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan242013">is to pray for the end of memory. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan242015">Should we forget the lives we lead? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan242017">Should we forget the names of the dead? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan242019">Should we forget the wheat, the rye, the tree? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan242021">Perhaps this, too, is meaningless.</tspan></textPath></text>
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           id="textPath245968"><tspan
             id="tspan245750"
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none">I am at a loss for images in this end of days: </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan245752">I have sight but cannot see. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan245754">I build castles out of words; </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan245756">I cannot stop myself from speaking. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan245758">I still have will and goals to attain, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan245760">I still have wants and needs. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan245762">And if I dream, is that not so? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan245764">If I dream, am I no longer myself? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan245766">If I dream, am I still buried beneath words? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan245768">And I still dream even while awake. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan245770" /><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan245772">Life breeds life, but death must now be chosen </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan245774">for memory ends at the teeth of death. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan245776">The living know that they will die, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan245778">but the dead know nothing. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan245780">Hold my name beneath your tongue and know: </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan245782">when you die, thus dies the name. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan245784">To deny the end is to deny all beginnings, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan245786">and to deny beginnings is to become immortal, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan245788">and to become immortal is to repeat the past, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan245790">which cannot itself, in the end, be denied. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan245792" /><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan245794">Oh, but to whom do I speak these words? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan245796">To whom do I plead my case? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan245798">From whence do I call out? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan245800">What right have I? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan245802">No ranks of angels will answer to dreamers, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan245804">No unknowable spaces echo my words. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan245806">Before whom do I kneel, contrite? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan245808">Behind whom do I await my judgment? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan245810">Beside whom do I face death? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan245812">And why wait I for an answer? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan245814" /><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan245816">Among those who create are those who forge: </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan245818">Moving ceaselessly from creation to creation. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan245820">And those who remain are those who hone, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan245822">Perfecting singular arts to a cruel point. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan245824">To forge is to end, and to own beginnings. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan245826">To hone is to trade ends for perpetual perfection. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan245828">In this end of days, I must begin anew. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan245830">In this end of days, I seek an end. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan245832">In this end of days, I reach for new beginnings </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan245834">that I may find the middle path. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan245836" /><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan245838">Time is a finger pointing at itself </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan245840">that it might give the world orders. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan245842">The world is an audience before a stage </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan245844">where it watches the slow hours progress. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan245846">And we are the motes in the stage-lights, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan245848">Beholden to the heat of the lamps. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan245850">If I walk backward, time moves forward. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan245852">If I walk forward, time rushes on. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan245854">If I stand still, the world moves around me, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan245856">and the only constant is change. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan245858" /><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan245860">Memory is a mirror of hammered silver: </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan245862">a weapon against the waking world. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan245864">Dreams are the plate-glass atop memory: </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan245866">a clarifying agent that reflects the sun. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan245868">The waking world fogs the view, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan245870">and time makes prey of remembering. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan245872">I remember sands beneath my feet. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan245874">I remember the rattle of dry grass. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan245876">I remember the names of all things, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan245878">and forget them only when I wake. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan245880" /><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan245882">If I am to bathe in dreams, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan245884">then I must be willing to submerge myself. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan245886">If I am to submerge myself in memory, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan245888">then I must be true to myself. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan245890">If I am to always be true to myself, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan245892">then I must in all ways be earnest. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan245894">I must keep no veil between me and my words. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan245896">I must set no stones between me and my actions. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan245898">I must show no hesitation when speaking my name, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan245900">for that is my only possession. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan245902" /><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan245904">The only time I know my true name is when I dream. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan245906">The only time I dream is when need an answer. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan245908">Why ask questions, here at the end of all things? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan245910">Why ask questions when the answers will not help? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan245912">To know one’s true name is to know god. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan245914">To know god is to answer unasked questions. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan245916">Do I know god after the end waking? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan245918">Do I know god when I do not remember myself? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan245920">Do I know god when I dream? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan245922">May then my name die with me. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan245924" /><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan245926">That which lives is forever praiseworthy, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan245928">for they, knowing not, provide life in death. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan245930">Dear the wheat and rye under the stars: </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan245932">serene; sustained and sustaining. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan245934">Dear, also, the tree that was felled </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan245936">which offers heat and warmth in fire. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan245938">What praise we give we give by consuming, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan245940">what gifts we give we give in death, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan245942">what lives we lead we lead in memory, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan245944">and the end of memory lies beneath the roots. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan245946" /><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan245948">May one day death itself not die? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan245950">Should we rejoice in the end of endings? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan245952">What is the correct thing to hope for? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan245954">I do not know, I do not know. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan245956">To pray for the end of endings </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan245958">is to pray for the end of memory. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan245960">Should we forget the lives we lead? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan245962">Should we forget the names of the dead? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan245964">Should we forget the wheat, the rye, the tree? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan245966">Perhaps this, too, is meaningless.</tspan></textPath></text>
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             id="tspan245972"
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none">I am at a loss for images in this end of days: </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan245974">I have sight but cannot see. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan245976">I build castles out of words; </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan245978">I cannot stop myself from speaking. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan245980">I still have will and goals to attain, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan245982">I still have wants and needs. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan245984">And if I dream, is that not so? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan245986">If I dream, am I no longer myself? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan245988">If I dream, am I still buried beneath words? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan245990">And I still dream even while awake. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan245992" /><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan245994">Life breeds life, but death must now be chosen </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan245996">for memory ends at the teeth of death. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan245998">The living know that they will die, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan246000">but the dead know nothing. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan246002">Hold my name beneath your tongue and know: </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan246004">when you die, thus dies the name. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan246006">To deny the end is to deny all beginnings, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan246008">and to deny beginnings is to become immortal, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan246010">and to become immortal is to repeat the past, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan246012">which cannot itself, in the end, be denied. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan246014" /><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan246016">Oh, but to whom do I speak these words? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan246018">To whom do I plead my case? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan246020">From whence do I call out? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan246022">What right have I? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan246024">No ranks of angels will answer to dreamers, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan246026">No unknowable spaces echo my words. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan246028">Before whom do I kneel, contrite? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan246030">Behind whom do I await my judgment? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan246032">Beside whom do I face death? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan246034">And why wait I for an answer? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan246036" /><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan246038">Among those who create are those who forge: </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan246040">Moving ceaselessly from creation to creation. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan246042">And those who remain are those who hone, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan246044">Perfecting singular arts to a cruel point. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan246046">To forge is to end, and to own beginnings. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan246048">To hone is to trade ends for perpetual perfection. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan246050">In this end of days, I must begin anew. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan246052">In this end of days, I seek an end. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan246054">In this end of days, I reach for new beginnings </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan246056">that I may find the middle path. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan246058" /><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan246060">Time is a finger pointing at itself </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan246062">that it might give the world orders. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan246064">The world is an audience before a stage </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan246066">where it watches the slow hours progress. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan246068">And we are the motes in the stage-lights, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan246070">Beholden to the heat of the lamps. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan246072">If I walk backward, time moves forward. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan246074">If I walk forward, time rushes on. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan246076">If I stand still, the world moves around me, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan246078">and the only constant is change. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan246080" /><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan246082">Memory is a mirror of hammered silver: </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan246084">a weapon against the waking world. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan246086">Dreams are the plate-glass atop memory: </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan246088">a clarifying agent that reflects the sun. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan246090">The waking world fogs the view, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan246092">and time makes prey of remembering. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan246094">I remember sands beneath my feet. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan246096">I remember the rattle of dry grass. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan246098">I remember the names of all things, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan246100">and forget them only when I wake. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan246102" /><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan246104">If I am to bathe in dreams, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan246106">then I must be willing to submerge myself. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan246108">If I am to submerge myself in memory, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan246110">then I must be true to myself. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan246112">If I am to always be true to myself, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan246114">then I must in all ways be earnest. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan246116">I must keep no veil between me and my words. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan246118">I must set no stones between me and my actions. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan246120">I must show no hesitation when speaking my name, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan246122">for that is my only possession. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan246124" /><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan246126">The only time I know my true name is when I dream. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan246128">The only time I dream is when need an answer. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan246130">Why ask questions, here at the end of all things? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan246132">Why ask questions when the answers will not help? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan246134">To know one’s true name is to know god. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan246136">To know god is to answer unasked questions. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan246138">Do I know god after the end waking? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan246140">Do I know god when I do not remember myself? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan246142">Do I know god when I dream? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan246144">May then my name die with me. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan246146" /><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan246148">That which lives is forever praiseworthy, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan246150">for they, knowing not, provide life in death. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan246152">Dear the wheat and rye under the stars: </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan246154">serene; sustained and sustaining. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan246156">Dear, also, the tree that was felled </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan246158">which offers heat and warmth in fire. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan246160">What praise we give we give by consuming, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan246162">what gifts we give we give in death, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan246164">what lives we lead we lead in memory, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan246166">and the end of memory lies beneath the roots. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan246168" /><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan246170">May one day death itself not die? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan246172">Should we rejoice in the end of endings? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan246174">What is the correct thing to hope for? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan246176">I do not know, I do not know. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan246178">To pray for the end of endings </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan246180">is to pray for the end of memory. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan246182">Should we forget the lives we lead? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan246184">Should we forget the names of the dead? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan246186">Should we forget the wheat, the rye, the tree? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan246188">Perhaps this, too, is meaningless.</tspan></textPath></text>
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             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none">I am at a loss for images in this end of days: </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan251295">I have sight but cannot see. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan251297">I build castles out of words; </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan251299">I cannot stop myself from speaking. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan251301">I still have will and goals to attain, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan251303">I still have wants and needs. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan251305">And if I dream, is that not so? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan251307">If I dream, am I no longer myself? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan251309">If I dream, am I still buried beneath words? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan251311">And I still dream even while awake. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan251313" /><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan251315">Life breeds life, but death must now be chosen </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan251317">for memory ends at the teeth of death. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan251319">The living know that they will die, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan251321">but the dead know nothing. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan251323">Hold my name beneath your tongue and know: </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan251325">when you die, thus dies the name. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan251327">To deny the end is to deny all beginnings, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan251329">and to deny beginnings is to become immortal, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan251331">and to become immortal is to repeat the past, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan251333">which cannot itself, in the end, be denied. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan251335" /><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan251337">Oh, but to whom do I speak these words? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan251339">To whom do I plead my case? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan251341">From whence do I call out? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan251343">What right have I? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan251345">No ranks of angels will answer to dreamers, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan251347">No unknowable spaces echo my words. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan251349">Before whom do I kneel, contrite? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan251351">Behind whom do I await my judgment? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan251353">Beside whom do I face death? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan251355">And why wait I for an answer? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan251357" /><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan251359">Among those who create are those who forge: </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan251361">Moving ceaselessly from creation to creation. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan251363">And those who remain are those who hone, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan251365">Perfecting singular arts to a cruel point. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan251367">To forge is to end, and to own beginnings. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan251369">To hone is to trade ends for perpetual perfection. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan251371">In this end of days, I must begin anew. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan251373">In this end of days, I seek an end. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan251375">In this end of days, I reach for new beginnings </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan251377">that I may find the middle path. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan251379" /><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan251381">Time is a finger pointing at itself </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan251383">that it might give the world orders. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan251385">The world is an audience before a stage </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan251387">where it watches the slow hours progress. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan251389">And we are the motes in the stage-lights, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan251391">Beholden to the heat of the lamps. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan251393">If I walk backward, time moves forward. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan251395">If I walk forward, time rushes on. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan251397">If I stand still, the world moves around me, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan251399">and the only constant is change. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan251401" /><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan251403">Memory is a mirror of hammered silver: </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan251405">a weapon against the waking world. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan251407">Dreams are the plate-glass atop memory: </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan251409">a clarifying agent that reflects the sun. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan251411">The waking world fogs the view, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan251413">and time makes prey of remembering. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan251415">I remember sands beneath my feet. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan251417">I remember the rattle of dry grass. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan251419">I remember the names of all things, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan251421">and forget them only when I wake. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan251423" /><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan251425">If I am to bathe in dreams, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan251427">then I must be willing to submerge myself. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan251429">If I am to submerge myself in memory, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan251431">then I must be true to myself. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan251433">If I am to always be true to myself, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan251435">then I must in all ways be earnest. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan251437">I must keep no veil between me and my words. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan251439">I must set no stones between me and my actions. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan251441">I must show no hesitation when speaking my name, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan251443">for that is my only possession. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan251445" /><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan251447">The only time I know my true name is when I dream. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan251449">The only time I dream is when need an answer. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan251451">Why ask questions, here at the end of all things? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan251453">Why ask questions when the answers will not help? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan251455">To know one’s true name is to know god. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan251457">To know god is to answer unasked questions. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan251459">Do I know god after the end waking? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan251461">Do I know god when I do not remember myself? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan251463">Do I know god when I dream? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan251465">May then my name die with me. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan251467" /><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan251469">That which lives is forever praiseworthy, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan251471">for they, knowing not, provide life in death. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan251473">Dear the wheat and rye under the stars: </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan251475">serene; sustained and sustaining. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan251477">Dear, also, the tree that was felled </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan251479">which offers heat and warmth in fire. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan251481">What praise we give we give by consuming, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan251483">what gifts we give we give in death, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan251485">what lives we lead we lead in memory, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan251487">and the end of memory lies beneath the roots. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan251489" /><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan251491">May one day death itself not die? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan251493">Should we rejoice in the end of endings? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan251495">What is the correct thing to hope for? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan251497">I do not know, I do not know. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan251499">To pray for the end of endings </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan251501">is to pray for the end of memory. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan251503">Should we forget the lives we lead? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan251505">Should we forget the names of the dead? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan251507">Should we forget the wheat, the rye, the tree? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan251509">Perhaps this, too, is meaningless.</tspan></textPath></text>
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           id="textPath254734"><tspan
             id="tspan254516"
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none">I am at a loss for images in this end of days: </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan254518">I have sight but cannot see. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan254520">I build castles out of words; </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan254522">I cannot stop myself from speaking. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan254524">I still have will and goals to attain, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan254526">I still have wants and needs. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan254528">And if I dream, is that not so? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan254530">If I dream, am I no longer myself? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan254532">If I dream, am I still buried beneath words? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan254534">And I still dream even while awake. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan254536" /><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan254538">Life breeds life, but death must now be chosen </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan254540">for memory ends at the teeth of death. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan254542">The living know that they will die, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan254544">but the dead know nothing. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan254546">Hold my name beneath your tongue and know: </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan254548">when you die, thus dies the name. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan254550">To deny the end is to deny all beginnings, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan254552">and to deny beginnings is to become immortal, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan254554">and to become immortal is to repeat the past, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan254556">which cannot itself, in the end, be denied. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan254558" /><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan254560">Oh, but to whom do I speak these words? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan254562">To whom do I plead my case? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan254564">From whence do I call out? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan254566">What right have I? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan254568">No ranks of angels will answer to dreamers, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan254570">No unknowable spaces echo my words. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan254572">Before whom do I kneel, contrite? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan254574">Behind whom do I await my judgment? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan254576">Beside whom do I face death? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan254578">And why wait I for an answer? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan254580" /><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan254582">Among those who create are those who forge: </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan254584">Moving ceaselessly from creation to creation. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan254586">And those who remain are those who hone, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan254588">Perfecting singular arts to a cruel point. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan254590">To forge is to end, and to own beginnings. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan254592">To hone is to trade ends for perpetual perfection. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan254594">In this end of days, I must begin anew. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan254596">In this end of days, I seek an end. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan254598">In this end of days, I reach for new beginnings </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan254600">that I may find the middle path. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan254602" /><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan254604">Time is a finger pointing at itself </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan254606">that it might give the world orders. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan254608">The world is an audience before a stage </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan254610">where it watches the slow hours progress. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan254612">And we are the motes in the stage-lights, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan254614">Beholden to the heat of the lamps. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan254616">If I walk backward, time moves forward. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan254618">If I walk forward, time rushes on. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan254620">If I stand still, the world moves around me, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan254622">and the only constant is change. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan254624" /><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan254626">Memory is a mirror of hammered silver: </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan254628">a weapon against the waking world. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan254630">Dreams are the plate-glass atop memory: </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan254632">a clarifying agent that reflects the sun. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan254634">The waking world fogs the view, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan254636">and time makes prey of remembering. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan254638">I remember sands beneath my feet. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan254640">I remember the rattle of dry grass. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan254642">I remember the names of all things, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan254644">and forget them only when I wake. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan254646" /><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan254648">If I am to bathe in dreams, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan254650">then I must be willing to submerge myself. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan254652">If I am to submerge myself in memory, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan254654">then I must be true to myself. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan254656">If I am to always be true to myself, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan254658">then I must in all ways be earnest. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan254660">I must keep no veil between me and my words. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan254662">I must set no stones between me and my actions. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan254664">I must show no hesitation when speaking my name, </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan254666">for that is my only possession. </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan254668" /><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan254670">The only time I know my true name is when I dream. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan254672">The only time I dream is when need an answer. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan254674">Why ask questions, here at the end of all things? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan254676">Why ask questions when the answers will not help? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan254678">To know one’s true name is to know god. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan254680">To know god is to answer unasked questions. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan254682">Do I know god after the end waking? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan254684">Do I know god when I do not remember myself? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan254686">Do I know god when I dream? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan254688">May then my name die with me. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan254690" /><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan254692">That which lives is forever praiseworthy, </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan254694">for they, knowing not, provide life in death. </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan254696">Dear the wheat and rye under the stars: </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan254698">serene; sustained and sustaining. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan254700">Dear, also, the tree that was felled </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan254702">which offers heat and warmth in fire. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan254704">What praise we give we give by consuming, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan254706">what gifts we give we give in death, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan254708">what lives we lead we lead in memory, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan254710">and the end of memory lies beneath the roots. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan254712" /><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan254714">May one day death itself not die? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan254716">Should we rejoice in the end of endings? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan254718">What is the correct thing to hope for? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan254720">I do not know, I do not know. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan254722">To pray for the end of endings </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan254724">is to pray for the end of memory. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan254726">Should we forget the lives we lead? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan254728">Should we forget the names of the dead? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan254730">Should we forget the wheat, the rye, the tree? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan254732">Perhaps this, too, is meaningless.</tspan></textPath></text>
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             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none">I am at a loss for images in this end of days: </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan261808">I have sight but cannot see. </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan261810">I build castles out of words; </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan261812">I cannot stop myself from speaking. </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan261814">I still have will and goals to attain, </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan261816">I still have wants and needs. </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan261818">And if I dream, is that not so? </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan261820">If I dream, am I no longer myself? </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan261822">If I dream, am I still buried beneath words? </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan261824">And I still dream even while awake. </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan261826"> </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan261828">Life breeds life, but death must now be chosen </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan261830">for memory ends at the teeth of death. </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan261832">The living know that they will die, </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan261834">but the dead know nothing. </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan261836">Hold my name beneath your tongue and know: </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan261838">when you die, thus dies the name. </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan261840">To deny the end is to deny all beginnings, </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan261842">and to deny beginnings is to become immortal, </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan261844">and to become immortal is to repeat the past, </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan261846">which cannot itself, in the end, be denied. </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan261848"> </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan261850">Oh, but to whom do I speak these words? </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan261852">To whom do I plead my case? </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan261854">From whence do I call out? </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan261856">What right have I? </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan261858">No ranks of angels will answer to dreamers, </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan261860">No unknowable spaces echo my words. </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan261862">Before whom do I kneel, contrite? </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan261864">Behind whom do I await my judgment? </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan261866">Beside whom do I face death? </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan261868">And why wait I for an answer? </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan261870"> </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan261872">Among those who create are those who forge: </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan261874">Moving ceaselessly from creation to creation. </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan261876">And those who remain are those who hone, </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan261878">Perfecting singular arts to a cruel point. </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan261880">To forge is to end, and to own beginnings. </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan261882">To hone is to trade ends for perpetual perfection. </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan261884">In this end of days, I must begin anew. </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan261886">In this end of days, I seek an end. </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan261888">In this end of days, I reach for new beginnings </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan261890">that I may find the middle path. </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan261892"> </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan261894">Time is a finger pointing at itself </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan261896">that it might give the world orders. </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan261898">The world is an audience before a stage </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan261900">where it watches the slow hours progress. </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan261902">And we are the motes in the stage-lights, </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan261904">Beholden to the heat of the lamps. </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan261906">If I walk backward, time moves forward. </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan261908">If I walk forward, time rushes on. </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan261910">If I stand still, the world moves around me, </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan261912">and the only constant is change. </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan261914"> </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan261916">Memory is a mirror of hammered silver: </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan261918">a weapon against the waking world. </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan261920">Dreams are the plate-glass atop memory: </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan261922">a clarifying agent that reflects the sun. </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan261924">The waking world fogs the view, </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan261926">and time makes prey of remembering. </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan261928">I remember sands beneath my feet. </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan261930">I remember the rattle of dry grass. </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan261932">I remember the names of all things, </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan261934">and forget them only when I wake. </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan261936"> </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan261938">If I am to bathe in dreams, </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan261940">then I must be willing to submerge myself. </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan261942">If I am to submerge myself in memory, </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan261944">then I must be true to myself. </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan261946">If I am to always be true to myself, </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan261948">then I must in all ways be earnest. </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan261950">I must keep no veil between me and my words. </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan261952">I must set no stones between me and my actions. </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan261954">I must show no hesitation when speaking my name, </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan261956">for that is my only possession. </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan261958"> </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan261960">The only time I know my true name is when I dream. </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan261962">The only time I dream is when need an answer. </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan261964">Why ask questions, here at the end of all things? </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan261966">Why ask questions when the answers will not help? </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan261968">To know one’s true name is to know god. </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan261970">To know god is to answer unasked questions. </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan261972">Do I know god after the end waking? </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan261974">Do I know god when I do not remember myself? </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan261976">Do I know god when I dream? </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan261978">May then my name die with me. </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan261980"> </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan261982">That which lives is forever praiseworthy, </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan261984">for they, knowing not, provide life in death. </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan261986">Dear the wheat and rye under the stars: </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan261988">serene; sustained and sustaining. </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan261990">Dear, also, the tree that was felled </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan261992">which offers heat and warmth in fire. </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan261994">What praise we give we give by consuming, </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan261996">what gifts we give we give in death, </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan261998">what lives we lead we lead in memory, </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan262000">and the end of memory lies beneath the roots. </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan262002"> </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan262004">May one day death itself not die? </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan262006">Should we rejoice in the end of endings? </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan262008">What is the correct thing to hope for? </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan262010">I do not know, I do not know. </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan262012">To pray for the end of endings </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan262014">is to pray for the end of memory. </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan262016">Should we forget the lives we lead? </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan262018">Should we forget the names of the dead? </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan262020">Should we forget the wheat, the rye, the tree? </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan262022">Perhaps this, too, is meaningless.</tspan></textPath></text>
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             id="tspan264229"
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none">I am at a loss for images in this end of days: </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264231">I have sight but cannot see. </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264233">I build castles out of words; </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264235">I cannot stop myself from speaking. </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264237">I still have will and goals to attain, </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264239">I still have wants and needs. </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264241">And if I dream, is that not so? </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264243">If I dream, am I no longer myself? </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264245">If I dream, am I still buried beneath words? </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264247">And I still dream even while awake. </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264249"> </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264251">Life breeds life, but death must now be chosen </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264253">for memory ends at the teeth of death. </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264255">The living know that they will die, </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264257">but the dead know nothing. </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264259">Hold my name beneath your tongue and know: </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264261">when you die, thus dies the name. </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264263">To deny the end is to deny all beginnings, </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264265">and to deny beginnings is to become immortal, </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264267">and to become immortal is to repeat the past, </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264269">which cannot itself, in the end, be denied. </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264271"> </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264273">Oh, but to whom do I speak these words? </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264275">To whom do I plead my case? </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264277">From whence do I call out? </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264279">What right have I? </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264281">No ranks of angels will answer to dreamers, </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264283">No unknowable spaces echo my words. </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264285">Before whom do I kneel, contrite? </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264287">Behind whom do I await my judgment? </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264289">Beside whom do I face death? </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264291">And why wait I for an answer? </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264293"> </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264295">Among those who create are those who forge: </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264297">Moving ceaselessly from creation to creation. </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264299">And those who remain are those who hone, </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264301">Perfecting singular arts to a cruel point. </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264303">To forge is to end, and to own beginnings. </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264305">To hone is to trade ends for perpetual perfection. </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264307">In this end of days, I must begin anew. </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264309">In this end of days, I seek an end. </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264311">In this end of days, I reach for new beginnings </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264313">that I may find the middle path. </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264315"> </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264317">Time is a finger pointing at itself </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264319">that it might give the world orders. </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264321">The world is an audience before a stage </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264323">where it watches the slow hours progress. </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264325">And we are the motes in the stage-lights, </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264327">Beholden to the heat of the lamps. </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264329">If I walk backward, time moves forward. </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264331">If I walk forward, time rushes on. </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264333">If I stand still, the world moves around me, </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264335">and the only constant is change. </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264337"> </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264339">Memory is a mirror of hammered silver: </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264341">a weapon against the waking world. </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264343">Dreams are the plate-glass atop memory: </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264345">a clarifying agent that reflects the sun. </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264347">The waking world fogs the view, </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264349">and time makes prey of remembering. </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264351">I remember sands beneath my feet. </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264353">I remember the rattle of dry grass. </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264355">I remember the names of all things, </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264357">and forget them only when I wake. </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264359"> </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264361">If I am to bathe in dreams, </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264363">then I must be willing to submerge myself. </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264365">If I am to submerge myself in memory, </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264367">then I must be true to myself. </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264369">If I am to always be true to myself, </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264371">then I must in all ways be earnest. </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264373">I must keep no veil between me and my words. </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264375">I must set no stones between me and my actions. </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264377">I must show no hesitation when speaking my name, </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264379">for that is my only possession. </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264381"> </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264383">The only time I know my true name is when I dream. </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264385">The only time I dream is when need an answer. </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264387">Why ask questions, here at the end of all things? </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264389">Why ask questions when the answers will not help? </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264391">To know one’s true name is to know god. </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264393">To know god is to answer unasked questions. </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264395">Do I know god after the end waking? </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264397">Do I know god when I do not remember myself? </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264399">Do I know god when I dream? </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264401">May then my name die with me. </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264403"> </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264405">That which lives is forever praiseworthy, </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264407">for they, knowing not, provide life in death. </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264409">Dear the wheat and rye under the stars: </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264411">serene; sustained and sustaining. </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264413">Dear, also, the tree that was felled </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264415">which offers heat and warmth in fire. </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264417">What praise we give we give by consuming, </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264419">what gifts we give we give in death, </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264421">what lives we lead we lead in memory, </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264423">and the end of memory lies beneath the roots. </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264425"> </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264427">May one day death itself not die? </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264429">Should we rejoice in the end of endings? </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264431">What is the correct thing to hope for? </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264433">I do not know, I do not know. </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264435">To pray for the end of endings </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264437">is to pray for the end of memory. </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264439">Should we forget the lives we lead? </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264441">Should we forget the names of the dead? </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264443">Should we forget the wheat, the rye, the tree? </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264445">Perhaps this, too, is meaningless.</tspan></textPath></text>
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           id="textPath264671"><tspan
             id="tspan264453"
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none">I am at a loss for images in this end of days: </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264455">I have sight but cannot see. </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264457">I build castles out of words; </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264459">I cannot stop myself from speaking. </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264461">I still have will and goals to attain, </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264463">I still have wants and needs. </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264465">And if I dream, is that not so? </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264467">If I dream, am I no longer myself? </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264469">If I dream, am I still buried beneath words? </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264471">And I still dream even while awake. </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264473"> </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264475">Life breeds life, but death must now be chosen </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264477">for memory ends at the teeth of death. </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264479">The living know that they will die, </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264481">but the dead know nothing. </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264483">Hold my name beneath your tongue and know: </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264485">when you die, thus dies the name. </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264487">To deny the end is to deny all beginnings, </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264489">and to deny beginnings is to become immortal, </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264491">and to become immortal is to repeat the past, </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264493">which cannot itself, in the end, be denied. </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264495"> </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264497">Oh, but to whom do I speak these words? </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264499">To whom do I plead my case? </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264501">From whence do I call out? </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264503">What right have I? </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264505">No ranks of angels will answer to dreamers, </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264507">No unknowable spaces echo my words. </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264509">Before whom do I kneel, contrite? </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264511">Behind whom do I await my judgment? </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264513">Beside whom do I face death? </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264515">And why wait I for an answer? </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264517"> </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264519">Among those who create are those who forge: </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264521">Moving ceaselessly from creation to creation. </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264523">And those who remain are those who hone, </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264525">Perfecting singular arts to a cruel point. </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264527">To forge is to end, and to own beginnings. </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264529">To hone is to trade ends for perpetual perfection. </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264531">In this end of days, I must begin anew. </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264533">In this end of days, I seek an end. </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264535">In this end of days, I reach for new beginnings </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264537">that I may find the middle path. </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264539"> </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264541">Time is a finger pointing at itself </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264543">that it might give the world orders. </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264545">The world is an audience before a stage </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264547">where it watches the slow hours progress. </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264549">And we are the motes in the stage-lights, </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264551">Beholden to the heat of the lamps. </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264553">If I walk backward, time moves forward. </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264555">If I walk forward, time rushes on. </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264557">If I stand still, the world moves around me, </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264559">and the only constant is change. </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264561"> </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264563">Memory is a mirror of hammered silver: </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264565">a weapon against the waking world. </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264567">Dreams are the plate-glass atop memory: </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264569">a clarifying agent that reflects the sun. </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264571">The waking world fogs the view, </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264573">and time makes prey of remembering. </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264575">I remember sands beneath my feet. </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264577">I remember the rattle of dry grass. </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264579">I remember the names of all things, </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264581">and forget them only when I wake. </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264583"> </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264585">If I am to bathe in dreams, </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264587">then I must be willing to submerge myself. </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264589">If I am to submerge myself in memory, </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264591">then I must be true to myself. </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264593">If I am to always be true to myself, </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264595">then I must in all ways be earnest. </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264597">I must keep no veil between me and my words. </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264599">I must set no stones between me and my actions. </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264601">I must show no hesitation when speaking my name, </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264603">for that is my only possession. </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264605"> </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264607">The only time I know my true name is when I dream. </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264609">The only time I dream is when need an answer. </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264611">Why ask questions, here at the end of all things? </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264613">Why ask questions when the answers will not help? </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264615">To know one’s true name is to know god. </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264617">To know god is to answer unasked questions. </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264619">Do I know god after the end waking? </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264621">Do I know god when I do not remember myself? </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264623">Do I know god when I dream? </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264625">May then my name die with me. </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264627"> </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264629">That which lives is forever praiseworthy, </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264631">for they, knowing not, provide life in death. </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264633">Dear the wheat and rye under the stars: </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264635">serene; sustained and sustaining. </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264637">Dear, also, the tree that was felled </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264639">which offers heat and warmth in fire. </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264641">What praise we give we give by consuming, </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264643">what gifts we give we give in death, </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264645">what lives we lead we lead in memory, </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264647">and the end of memory lies beneath the roots. </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264649"> </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264651">May one day death itself not die? </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264653">Should we rejoice in the end of endings? </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264655">What is the correct thing to hope for? </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264657">I do not know, I do not know. </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264659">To pray for the end of endings </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264661">is to pray for the end of memory. </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264663">Should we forget the lives we lead? </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264665">Should we forget the names of the dead? </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264667">Should we forget the wheat, the rye, the tree? </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264669">Perhaps this, too, is meaningless.</tspan></textPath></text>
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             id="tspan264677"
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none">I am at a loss for images in this end of days: </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264679">I have sight but cannot see. </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264681">I build castles out of words; </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264683">I cannot stop myself from speaking. </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264685">I still have will and goals to attain, </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264687">I still have wants and needs. </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264689">And if I dream, is that not so? </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264691">If I dream, am I no longer myself? </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264693">If I dream, am I still buried beneath words? </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264695">And I still dream even while awake. </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264697"> </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264699">Life breeds life, but death must now be chosen </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264701">for memory ends at the teeth of death. </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264703">The living know that they will die, </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264705">but the dead know nothing. </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264707">Hold my name beneath your tongue and know: </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264709">when you die, thus dies the name. </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264711">To deny the end is to deny all beginnings, </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264713">and to deny beginnings is to become immortal, </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264715">and to become immortal is to repeat the past, </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264717">which cannot itself, in the end, be denied. </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264719"> </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264721">Oh, but to whom do I speak these words? </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264723">To whom do I plead my case? </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264725">From whence do I call out? </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264727">What right have I? </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264729">No ranks of angels will answer to dreamers, </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264731">No unknowable spaces echo my words. </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264733">Before whom do I kneel, contrite? </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264735">Behind whom do I await my judgment? </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264737">Beside whom do I face death? </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264739">And why wait I for an answer? </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264741"> </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264743">Among those who create are those who forge: </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264745">Moving ceaselessly from creation to creation. </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264747">And those who remain are those who hone, </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264749">Perfecting singular arts to a cruel point. </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264751">To forge is to end, and to own beginnings. </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264753">To hone is to trade ends for perpetual perfection. </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264755">In this end of days, I must begin anew. </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264757">In this end of days, I seek an end. </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264759">In this end of days, I reach for new beginnings </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264761">that I may find the middle path. </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264763"> </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264765">Time is a finger pointing at itself </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264767">that it might give the world orders. </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264769">The world is an audience before a stage </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264771">where it watches the slow hours progress. </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264773">And we are the motes in the stage-lights, </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264775">Beholden to the heat of the lamps. </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264777">If I walk backward, time moves forward. </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264779">If I walk forward, time rushes on. </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264781">If I stand still, the world moves around me, </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264783">and the only constant is change. </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264785"> </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264787">Memory is a mirror of hammered silver: </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264789">a weapon against the waking world. </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264791">Dreams are the plate-glass atop memory: </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264793">a clarifying agent that reflects the sun. </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264795">The waking world fogs the view, </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264797">and time makes prey of remembering. </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264799">I remember sands beneath my feet. </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264801">I remember the rattle of dry grass. </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264803">I remember the names of all things, </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264805">and forget them only when I wake. </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264807"> </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264809">If I am to bathe in dreams, </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264811">then I must be willing to submerge myself. </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264813">If I am to submerge myself in memory, </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264815">then I must be true to myself. </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264817">If I am to always be true to myself, </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264819">then I must in all ways be earnest. </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264821">I must keep no veil between me and my words. </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264823">I must set no stones between me and my actions. </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264825">I must show no hesitation when speaking my name, </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264827">for that is my only possession. </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264829"> </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264831">The only time I know my true name is when I dream. </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264833">The only time I dream is when need an answer. </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264835">Why ask questions, here at the end of all things? </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264837">Why ask questions when the answers will not help? </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264839">To know one’s true name is to know god. </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264841">To know god is to answer unasked questions. </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264843">Do I know god after the end waking? </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264845">Do I know god when I do not remember myself? </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264847">Do I know god when I dream? </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264849">May then my name die with me. </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264851"> </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264853">That which lives is forever praiseworthy, </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264855">for they, knowing not, provide life in death. </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264857">Dear the wheat and rye under the stars: </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264859">serene; sustained and sustaining. </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264861">Dear, also, the tree that was felled </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264863">which offers heat and warmth in fire. </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264865">What praise we give we give by consuming, </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264867">what gifts we give we give in death, </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264869">what lives we lead we lead in memory, </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264871">and the end of memory lies beneath the roots. </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264873"> </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264875">May one day death itself not die? </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264877">Should we rejoice in the end of endings? </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264879">What is the correct thing to hope for? </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan264881">I do not know, I do not know. </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264883">To pray for the end of endings </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264885">is to pray for the end of memory. </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264887">Should we forget the lives we lead? </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan264889">Should we forget the names of the dead? </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264891">Should we forget the wheat, the rye, the tree? </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan264893">Perhaps this, too, is meaningless.</tspan></textPath></text>
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             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none">I am at a loss for images in this end of days: </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan265752">I have sight but cannot see. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan265754">I build castles out of words; </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan265756">I cannot stop myself from speaking. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan265758">I still have will and goals to attain, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan265760">I still have wants and needs. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan265762">And if I dream, is that not so? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan265764">If I dream, am I no longer myself? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan265766">If I dream, am I still buried beneath words? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan265768">And I still dream even while awake. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan265770" /><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan265772">Life breeds life, but death must now be chosen </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan265774">for memory ends at the teeth of death. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan265776">The living know that they will die, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan265778">but the dead know nothing. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan265780">Hold my name beneath your tongue and know: </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan265782">when you die, thus dies the name. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan265784">To deny the end is to deny all beginnings, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan265786">and to deny beginnings is to become immortal, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan265788">and to become immortal is to repeat the past, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan265790">which cannot itself, in the end, be denied. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan265792" /><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan265794">Oh, but to whom do I speak these words? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan265796">To whom do I plead my case? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan265798">From whence do I call out? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan265800">What right have I? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan265802">No ranks of angels will answer to dreamers, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan265804">No unknowable spaces echo my words. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan265806">Before whom do I kneel, contrite? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan265808">Behind whom do I await my judgment? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan265810">Beside whom do I face death? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan265812">And why wait I for an answer? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan265814" /><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan265816">Among those who create are those who forge: </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan265818">Moving ceaselessly from creation to creation. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan265820">And those who remain are those who hone, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan265822">Perfecting singular arts to a cruel point. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan265824">To forge is to end, and to own beginnings. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan265826">To hone is to trade ends for perpetual perfection. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan265828">In this end of days, I must begin anew. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan265830">In this end of days, I seek an end. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan265832">In this end of days, I reach for new beginnings </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan265834">that I may find the middle path. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan265836" /><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan265838">Time is a finger pointing at itself </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan265840">that it might give the world orders. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan265842">The world is an audience before a stage </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan265844">where it watches the slow hours progress. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan265846">And we are the motes in the stage-lights, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan265848">Beholden to the heat of the lamps. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan265850">If I walk backward, time moves forward. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan265852">If I walk forward, time rushes on. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan265854">If I stand still, the world moves around me, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan265856">and the only constant is change. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan265858" /><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan265860">Memory is a mirror of hammered silver: </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan265862">a weapon against the waking world. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan265864">Dreams are the plate-glass atop memory: </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan265866">a clarifying agent that reflects the sun. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan265868">The waking world fogs the view, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan265870">and time makes prey of remembering. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan265872">I remember sands beneath my feet. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan265874">I remember the rattle of dry grass. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan265876">I remember the names of all things, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan265878">and forget them only when I wake. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan265880" /><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan265882">If I am to bathe in dreams, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan265884">then I must be willing to submerge myself. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan265886">If I am to submerge myself in memory, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan265888">then I must be true to myself. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan265890">If I am to always be true to myself, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan265892">then I must in all ways be earnest. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan265894">I must keep no veil between me and my words. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan265896">I must set no stones between me and my actions. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan265898">I must show no hesitation when speaking my name, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan265900">for that is my only possession. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan265902" /><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan265904">The only time I know my true name is when I dream. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan265906">The only time I dream is when need an answer. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan265908">Why ask questions, here at the end of all things? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan265910">Why ask questions when the answers will not help? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan265912">To know one’s true name is to know god. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan265914">To know god is to answer unasked questions. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan265916">Do I know god after the end waking? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan265918">Do I know god when I do not remember myself? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan265920">Do I know god when I dream? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan265922">May then my name die with me. </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan265924" /><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan265926">That which lives is forever praiseworthy, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan265928">for they, knowing not, provide life in death. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan265930">Dear the wheat and rye under the stars: </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan265932">serene; sustained and sustaining. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan265934">Dear, also, the tree that was felled </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan265936">which offers heat and warmth in fire. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan265938">What praise we give we give by consuming, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan265940">what gifts we give we give in death, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan265942">what lives we lead we lead in memory, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan265944">and the end of memory lies beneath the roots. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan265946" /><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan265948">May one day death itself not die? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan265950">Should we rejoice in the end of endings? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan265952">What is the correct thing to hope for? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan265954">I do not know, I do not know. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan265956">To pray for the end of endings </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan265958">is to pray for the end of memory. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan265960">Should we forget the lives we lead? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan265962">Should we forget the names of the dead? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan265964">Should we forget the wheat, the rye, the tree? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan265966">Perhaps this, too, is meaningless.</tspan></textPath></text>
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             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none">I am at a loss for images in this end of days: </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279079">I have sight but cannot see. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279081">I build castles out of words; </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279083">I cannot stop myself from speaking. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279085">I still have will and goals to attain, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279087">I still have wants and needs. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279089">And if I dream, is that not so? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279091">If I dream, am I no longer myself? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279093">If I dream, am I still buried beneath words? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279095">And I still dream even while awake. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279097" /><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279099">Life breeds life, but death must now be chosen </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279101">for memory ends at the teeth of death. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279103">The living know that they will die, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279105">but the dead know nothing. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279107">Hold my name beneath your tongue and know: </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279109">when you die, thus dies the name. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279111">To deny the end is to deny all beginnings, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279113">and to deny beginnings is to become immortal, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279115">and to become immortal is to repeat the past, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279117">which cannot itself, in the end, be denied. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279119" /><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279121">Oh, but to whom do I speak these words? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279123">To whom do I plead my case? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279125">From whence do I call out? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279127">What right have I? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279129">No ranks of angels will answer to dreamers, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279131">No unknowable spaces echo my words. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279133">Before whom do I kneel, contrite? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279135">Behind whom do I await my judgment? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279137">Beside whom do I face death? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279139">And why wait I for an answer? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279141" /><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279143">Among those who create are those who forge: </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279145">Moving ceaselessly from creation to creation. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279147">And those who remain are those who hone, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279149">Perfecting singular arts to a cruel point. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279151">To forge is to end, and to own beginnings. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279153">To hone is to trade ends for perpetual perfection. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279155">In this end of days, I must begin anew. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279157">In this end of days, I seek an end. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279159">In this end of days, I reach for new beginnings </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279161">that I may find the middle path. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279163" /><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279165">Time is a finger pointing at itself </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279167">that it might give the world orders. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279169">The world is an audience before a stage </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279171">where it watches the slow hours progress. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279173">And we are the motes in the stage-lights, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279175">Beholden to the heat of the lamps. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279177">If I walk backward, time moves forward. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279179">If I walk forward, time rushes on. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279181">If I stand still, the world moves around me, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279183">and the only constant is change. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279185" /><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279187">Memory is a mirror of hammered silver: </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279189">a weapon against the waking world. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279191">Dreams are the plate-glass atop memory: </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279193">a clarifying agent that reflects the sun. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279195">The waking world fogs the view, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279197">and time makes prey of remembering. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279199">I remember sands beneath my feet. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279201">I remember the rattle of dry grass. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279203">I remember the names of all things, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279205">and forget them only when I wake. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279207" /><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279209">If I am to bathe in dreams, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279211">then I must be willing to submerge myself. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279213">If I am to submerge myself in memory, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279215">then I must be true to myself. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279217">If I am to always be true to myself, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279219">then I must in all ways be earnest. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279221">I must keep no veil between me and my words. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279223">I must set no stones between me and my actions. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279225">I must show no hesitation when speaking my name, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279227">for that is my only possession. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279229" /><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279231">The only time I know my true name is when I dream. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279233">The only time I dream is when need an answer. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279235">Why ask questions, here at the end of all things? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279237">Why ask questions when the answers will not help? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279239">To know one’s true name is to know god. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279241">To know god is to answer unasked questions. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279243">Do I know god after the end waking? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279245">Do I know god when I do not remember myself? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279247">Do I know god when I dream? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279249">May then my name die with me. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279251" /><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279253">That which lives is forever praiseworthy, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279255">for they, knowing not, provide life in death. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279257">Dear the wheat and rye under the stars: </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279259">serene; sustained and sustaining. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279261">Dear, also, the tree that was felled </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279263">which offers heat and warmth in fire. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279265">What praise we give we give by consuming, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279267">what gifts we give we give in death, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279269">what lives we lead we lead in memory, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279271">and the end of memory lies beneath the roots. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279273" /><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279275">May one day death itself not die? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279277">Should we rejoice in the end of endings? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279279">What is the correct thing to hope for? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279281">I do not know, I do not know. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279283">To pray for the end of endings </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279285">is to pray for the end of memory. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279287">Should we forget the lives we lead? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279289">Should we forget the names of the dead? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279291">Should we forget the wheat, the rye, the tree? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279293">Perhaps this, too, is meaningless.</tspan></textPath></text>
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             id="tspan279299"
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none">I am at a loss for images in this end of days: </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279301">I have sight but cannot see. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279303">I build castles out of words; </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279305">I cannot stop myself from speaking. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279307">I still have will and goals to attain, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279309">I still have wants and needs. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279311">And if I dream, is that not so? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279313">If I dream, am I no longer myself? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279315">If I dream, am I still buried beneath words? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279317">And I still dream even while awake. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279319" /><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279321">Life breeds life, but death must now be chosen </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279323">for memory ends at the teeth of death. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279325">The living know that they will die, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279327">but the dead know nothing. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279329">Hold my name beneath your tongue and know: </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279331">when you die, thus dies the name. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279333">To deny the end is to deny all beginnings, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279335">and to deny beginnings is to become immortal, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279337">and to become immortal is to repeat the past, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279339">which cannot itself, in the end, be denied. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279341" /><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279343">Oh, but to whom do I speak these words? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279345">To whom do I plead my case? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279347">From whence do I call out? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279349">What right have I? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279351">No ranks of angels will answer to dreamers, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279353">No unknowable spaces echo my words. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279355">Before whom do I kneel, contrite? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279357">Behind whom do I await my judgment? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279359">Beside whom do I face death? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279361">And why wait I for an answer? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279363" /><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279365">Among those who create are those who forge: </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279367">Moving ceaselessly from creation to creation. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279369">And those who remain are those who hone, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279371">Perfecting singular arts to a cruel point. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279373">To forge is to end, and to own beginnings. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279375">To hone is to trade ends for perpetual perfection. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279377">In this end of days, I must begin anew. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279379">In this end of days, I seek an end. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279381">In this end of days, I reach for new beginnings </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279383">that I may find the middle path. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279385" /><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279387">Time is a finger pointing at itself </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279389">that it might give the world orders. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279391">The world is an audience before a stage </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279393">where it watches the slow hours progress. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279395">And we are the motes in the stage-lights, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279397">Beholden to the heat of the lamps. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279399">If I walk backward, time moves forward. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279401">If I walk forward, time rushes on. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279403">If I stand still, the world moves around me, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279405">and the only constant is change. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279407" /><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279409">Memory is a mirror of hammered silver: </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279411">a weapon against the waking world. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279413">Dreams are the plate-glass atop memory: </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279415">a clarifying agent that reflects the sun. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279417">The waking world fogs the view, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279419">and time makes prey of remembering. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279421">I remember sands beneath my feet. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279423">I remember the rattle of dry grass. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279425">I remember the names of all things, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279427">and forget them only when I wake. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279429" /><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279431">If I am to bathe in dreams, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279433">then I must be willing to submerge myself. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279435">If I am to submerge myself in memory, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279437">then I must be true to myself. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279439">If I am to always be true to myself, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279441">then I must in all ways be earnest. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279443">I must keep no veil between me and my words. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279445">I must set no stones between me and my actions. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279447">I must show no hesitation when speaking my name, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279449">for that is my only possession. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279451" /><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279453">The only time I know my true name is when I dream. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279455">The only time I dream is when need an answer. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279457">Why ask questions, here at the end of all things? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279459">Why ask questions when the answers will not help? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279461">To know one’s true name is to know god. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279463">To know god is to answer unasked questions. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279465">Do I know god after the end waking? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279467">Do I know god when I do not remember myself? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279469">Do I know god when I dream? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279471">May then my name die with me. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279473" /><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279475">That which lives is forever praiseworthy, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279477">for they, knowing not, provide life in death. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279479">Dear the wheat and rye under the stars: </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279481">serene; sustained and sustaining. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279483">Dear, also, the tree that was felled </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279485">which offers heat and warmth in fire. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279487">What praise we give we give by consuming, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279489">what gifts we give we give in death, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279491">what lives we lead we lead in memory, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279493">and the end of memory lies beneath the roots. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279495" /><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279497">May one day death itself not die? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279499">Should we rejoice in the end of endings? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279501">What is the correct thing to hope for? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279503">I do not know, I do not know. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279505">To pray for the end of endings </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279507">is to pray for the end of memory. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279509">Should we forget the lives we lead? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279511">Should we forget the names of the dead? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279513">Should we forget the wheat, the rye, the tree? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279515">Perhaps this, too, is meaningless.</tspan></textPath></text>
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             id="tspan279521"
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none">I am at a loss for images in this end of days: </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279523">I have sight but cannot see. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279525">I build castles out of words; </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279527">I cannot stop myself from speaking. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279529">I still have will and goals to attain, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279531">I still have wants and needs. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279533">And if I dream, is that not so? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279535">If I dream, am I no longer myself? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279537">If I dream, am I still buried beneath words? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279539">And I still dream even while awake. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279541" /><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279543">Life breeds life, but death must now be chosen </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279545">for memory ends at the teeth of death. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279547">The living know that they will die, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279549">but the dead know nothing. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279551">Hold my name beneath your tongue and know: </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279553">when you die, thus dies the name. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279555">To deny the end is to deny all beginnings, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279557">and to deny beginnings is to become immortal, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279559">and to become immortal is to repeat the past, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279561">which cannot itself, in the end, be denied. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279563" /><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279565">Oh, but to whom do I speak these words? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279567">To whom do I plead my case? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279569">From whence do I call out? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279571">What right have I? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279573">No ranks of angels will answer to dreamers, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279575">No unknowable spaces echo my words. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279577">Before whom do I kneel, contrite? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279579">Behind whom do I await my judgment? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279581">Beside whom do I face death? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279583">And why wait I for an answer? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279585" /><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279587">Among those who create are those who forge: </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279589">Moving ceaselessly from creation to creation. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279591">And those who remain are those who hone, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279593">Perfecting singular arts to a cruel point. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279595">To forge is to end, and to own beginnings. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279597">To hone is to trade ends for perpetual perfection. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279599">In this end of days, I must begin anew. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279601">In this end of days, I seek an end. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279603">In this end of days, I reach for new beginnings </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279605">that I may find the middle path. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279607" /><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279609">Time is a finger pointing at itself </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279611">that it might give the world orders. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279613">The world is an audience before a stage </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279615">where it watches the slow hours progress. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279617">And we are the motes in the stage-lights, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279619">Beholden to the heat of the lamps. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279621">If I walk backward, time moves forward. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279623">If I walk forward, time rushes on. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279625">If I stand still, the world moves around me, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279627">and the only constant is change. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279629" /><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279631">Memory is a mirror of hammered silver: </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279633">a weapon against the waking world. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279635">Dreams are the plate-glass atop memory: </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279637">a clarifying agent that reflects the sun. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279639">The waking world fogs the view, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279641">and time makes prey of remembering. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279643">I remember sands beneath my feet. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279645">I remember the rattle of dry grass. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279647">I remember the names of all things, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279649">and forget them only when I wake. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279651" /><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279653">If I am to bathe in dreams, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279655">then I must be willing to submerge myself. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279657">If I am to submerge myself in memory, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279659">then I must be true to myself. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279661">If I am to always be true to myself, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279663">then I must in all ways be earnest. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279665">I must keep no veil between me and my words. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279667">I must set no stones between me and my actions. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279669">I must show no hesitation when speaking my name, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279671">for that is my only possession. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279673" /><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279675">The only time I know my true name is when I dream. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279677">The only time I dream is when need an answer. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279679">Why ask questions, here at the end of all things? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279681">Why ask questions when the answers will not help? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279683">To know one’s true name is to know god. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279685">To know god is to answer unasked questions. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279687">Do I know god after the end waking? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279689">Do I know god when I do not remember myself? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279691">Do I know god when I dream? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279693">May then my name die with me. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279695" /><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279697">That which lives is forever praiseworthy, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279699">for they, knowing not, provide life in death. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279701">Dear the wheat and rye under the stars: </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279703">serene; sustained and sustaining. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279705">Dear, also, the tree that was felled </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279707">which offers heat and warmth in fire. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279709">What praise we give we give by consuming, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279711">what gifts we give we give in death, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279713">what lives we lead we lead in memory, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279715">and the end of memory lies beneath the roots. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279717" /><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279719">May one day death itself not die? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279721">Should we rejoice in the end of endings? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279723">What is the correct thing to hope for? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279725">I do not know, I do not know. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279727">To pray for the end of endings </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279729">is to pray for the end of memory. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279731">Should we forget the lives we lead? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279733">Should we forget the names of the dead? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279735">Should we forget the wheat, the rye, the tree? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279737">Perhaps this, too, is meaningless.</tspan></textPath></text>
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           id="textPath279961"><tspan
             id="tspan279743"
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none">I am at a loss for images in this end of days: </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279745">I have sight but cannot see. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279747">I build castles out of words; </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279749">I cannot stop myself from speaking. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279751">I still have will and goals to attain, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279753">I still have wants and needs. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279755">And if I dream, is that not so? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279757">If I dream, am I no longer myself? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279759">If I dream, am I still buried beneath words? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279761">And I still dream even while awake. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279763" /><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279765">Life breeds life, but death must now be chosen </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279767">for memory ends at the teeth of death. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279769">The living know that they will die, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279771">but the dead know nothing. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279773">Hold my name beneath your tongue and know: </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279775">when you die, thus dies the name. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279777">To deny the end is to deny all beginnings, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279779">and to deny beginnings is to become immortal, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279781">and to become immortal is to repeat the past, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279783">which cannot itself, in the end, be denied. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279785" /><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279787">Oh, but to whom do I speak these words? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279789">To whom do I plead my case? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279791">From whence do I call out? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279793">What right have I? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279795">No ranks of angels will answer to dreamers, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279797">No unknowable spaces echo my words. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279799">Before whom do I kneel, contrite? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279801">Behind whom do I await my judgment? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279803">Beside whom do I face death? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279805">And why wait I for an answer? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279807" /><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279809">Among those who create are those who forge: </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279811">Moving ceaselessly from creation to creation. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279813">And those who remain are those who hone, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279815">Perfecting singular arts to a cruel point. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279817">To forge is to end, and to own beginnings. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279819">To hone is to trade ends for perpetual perfection. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279821">In this end of days, I must begin anew. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279823">In this end of days, I seek an end. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279825">In this end of days, I reach for new beginnings </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279827">that I may find the middle path. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279829" /><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279831">Time is a finger pointing at itself </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279833">that it might give the world orders. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279835">The world is an audience before a stage </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279837">where it watches the slow hours progress. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279839">And we are the motes in the stage-lights, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279841">Beholden to the heat of the lamps. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279843">If I walk backward, time moves forward. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279845">If I walk forward, time rushes on. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279847">If I stand still, the world moves around me, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279849">and the only constant is change. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279851" /><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279853">Memory is a mirror of hammered silver: </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279855">a weapon against the waking world. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279857">Dreams are the plate-glass atop memory: </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279859">a clarifying agent that reflects the sun. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279861">The waking world fogs the view, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279863">and time makes prey of remembering. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279865">I remember sands beneath my feet. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279867">I remember the rattle of dry grass. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279869">I remember the names of all things, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279871">and forget them only when I wake. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279873" /><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279875">If I am to bathe in dreams, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279877">then I must be willing to submerge myself. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279879">If I am to submerge myself in memory, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279881">then I must be true to myself. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279883">If I am to always be true to myself, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279885">then I must in all ways be earnest. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279887">I must keep no veil between me and my words. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279889">I must set no stones between me and my actions. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279891">I must show no hesitation when speaking my name, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279893">for that is my only possession. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279895" /><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279897">The only time I know my true name is when I dream. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279899">The only time I dream is when need an answer. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279901">Why ask questions, here at the end of all things? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279903">Why ask questions when the answers will not help? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279905">To know one’s true name is to know god. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279907">To know god is to answer unasked questions. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279909">Do I know god after the end waking? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279911">Do I know god when I do not remember myself? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279913">Do I know god when I dream? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279915">May then my name die with me. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279917" /><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279919">That which lives is forever praiseworthy, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279921">for they, knowing not, provide life in death. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279923">Dear the wheat and rye under the stars: </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279925">serene; sustained and sustaining. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279927">Dear, also, the tree that was felled </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279929">which offers heat and warmth in fire. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279931">What praise we give we give by consuming, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279933">what gifts we give we give in death, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279935">what lives we lead we lead in memory, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279937">and the end of memory lies beneath the roots. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279939" /><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279941">May one day death itself not die? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279943">Should we rejoice in the end of endings? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279945">What is the correct thing to hope for? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279947">I do not know, I do not know. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279949">To pray for the end of endings </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279951">is to pray for the end of memory. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279953">Should we forget the lives we lead? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279955">Should we forget the names of the dead? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279957">Should we forget the wheat, the rye, the tree? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan279959">Perhaps this, too, is meaningless.</tspan></textPath></text>
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           id="textPath280302"><tspan
             id="tspan280084"
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none">I am at a loss for images in this end of days: </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280086">I have sight but cannot see. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280088">I build castles out of words; </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280090">I cannot stop myself from speaking. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280092">I still have will and goals to attain, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280094">I still have wants and needs. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280096">And if I dream, is that not so? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280098">If I dream, am I no longer myself? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280100">If I dream, am I still buried beneath words? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280102">And I still dream even while awake. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280104" /><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280106">Life breeds life, but death must now be chosen </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280108">for memory ends at the teeth of death. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280110">The living know that they will die, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280112">but the dead know nothing. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280114">Hold my name beneath your tongue and know: </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280116">when you die, thus dies the name. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280118">To deny the end is to deny all beginnings, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280120">and to deny beginnings is to become immortal, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280122">and to become immortal is to repeat the past, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280124">which cannot itself, in the end, be denied. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280126" /><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280128">Oh, but to whom do I speak these words? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280130">To whom do I plead my case? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280132">From whence do I call out? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280134">What right have I? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280136">No ranks of angels will answer to dreamers, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280138">No unknowable spaces echo my words. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280140">Before whom do I kneel, contrite? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280142">Behind whom do I await my judgment? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280144">Beside whom do I face death? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280146">And why wait I for an answer? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280148" /><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280150">Among those who create are those who forge: </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280152">Moving ceaselessly from creation to creation. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280154">And those who remain are those who hone, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280156">Perfecting singular arts to a cruel point. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280158">To forge is to end, and to own beginnings. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280160">To hone is to trade ends for perpetual perfection. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280162">In this end of days, I must begin anew. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280164">In this end of days, I seek an end. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280166">In this end of days, I reach for new beginnings </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280168">that I may find the middle path. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280170" /><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280172">Time is a finger pointing at itself </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280174">that it might give the world orders. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280176">The world is an audience before a stage </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280178">where it watches the slow hours progress. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280180">And we are the motes in the stage-lights, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280182">Beholden to the heat of the lamps. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280184">If I walk backward, time moves forward. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280186">If I walk forward, time rushes on. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280188">If I stand still, the world moves around me, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280190">and the only constant is change. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280192" /><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280194">Memory is a mirror of hammered silver: </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280196">a weapon against the waking world. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280198">Dreams are the plate-glass atop memory: </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280200">a clarifying agent that reflects the sun. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280202">The waking world fogs the view, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280204">and time makes prey of remembering. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280206">I remember sands beneath my feet. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280208">I remember the rattle of dry grass. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280210">I remember the names of all things, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280212">and forget them only when I wake. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280214" /><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280216">If I am to bathe in dreams, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280218">then I must be willing to submerge myself. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280220">If I am to submerge myself in memory, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280222">then I must be true to myself. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280224">If I am to always be true to myself, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280226">then I must in all ways be earnest. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280228">I must keep no veil between me and my words. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280230">I must set no stones between me and my actions. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280232">I must show no hesitation when speaking my name, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280234">for that is my only possession. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280236" /><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280238">The only time I know my true name is when I dream. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280240">The only time I dream is when need an answer. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280242">Why ask questions, here at the end of all things? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280244">Why ask questions when the answers will not help? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280246">To know one’s true name is to know god. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280248">To know god is to answer unasked questions. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280250">Do I know god after the end waking? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280252">Do I know god when I do not remember myself? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280254">Do I know god when I dream? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280256">May then my name die with me. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280258" /><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280260">That which lives is forever praiseworthy, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280262">for they, knowing not, provide life in death. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280264">Dear the wheat and rye under the stars: </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280266">serene; sustained and sustaining. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280268">Dear, also, the tree that was felled </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280270">which offers heat and warmth in fire. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280272">What praise we give we give by consuming, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280274">what gifts we give we give in death, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280276">what lives we lead we lead in memory, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280278">and the end of memory lies beneath the roots. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280280" /><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280282">May one day death itself not die? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280284">Should we rejoice in the end of endings? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280286">What is the correct thing to hope for? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280288">I do not know, I do not know. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280290">To pray for the end of endings </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280292">is to pray for the end of memory. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280294">Should we forget the lives we lead? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280296">Should we forget the names of the dead? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280298">Should we forget the wheat, the rye, the tree? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280300">Perhaps this, too, is meaningless.</tspan></textPath></text>
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         transform="matrix(0.88046277,-0.18650819,0.18650819,0.88046277,10.66084,34.40676)"><textPath
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           id="textPath280524"><tspan
             id="tspan280306"
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none">I am at a loss for images in this end of days: </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280308">I have sight but cannot see. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280310">I build castles out of words; </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280312">I cannot stop myself from speaking. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280314">I still have will and goals to attain, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280316">I still have wants and needs. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280318">And if I dream, is that not so? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280320">If I dream, am I no longer myself? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280322">If I dream, am I still buried beneath words? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280324">And I still dream even while awake. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280326" /><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280328">Life breeds life, but death must now be chosen </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280330">for memory ends at the teeth of death. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280332">The living know that they will die, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280334">but the dead know nothing. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280336">Hold my name beneath your tongue and know: </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280338">when you die, thus dies the name. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280340">To deny the end is to deny all beginnings, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280342">and to deny beginnings is to become immortal, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280344">and to become immortal is to repeat the past, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280346">which cannot itself, in the end, be denied. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280348" /><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280350">Oh, but to whom do I speak these words? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280352">To whom do I plead my case? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280354">From whence do I call out? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280356">What right have I? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280358">No ranks of angels will answer to dreamers, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280360">No unknowable spaces echo my words. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280362">Before whom do I kneel, contrite? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280364">Behind whom do I await my judgment? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280366">Beside whom do I face death? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280368">And why wait I for an answer? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280370" /><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280372">Among those who create are those who forge: </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280374">Moving ceaselessly from creation to creation. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280376">And those who remain are those who hone, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280378">Perfecting singular arts to a cruel point. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280380">To forge is to end, and to own beginnings. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280382">To hone is to trade ends for perpetual perfection. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280384">In this end of days, I must begin anew. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280386">In this end of days, I seek an end. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280388">In this end of days, I reach for new beginnings </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280390">that I may find the middle path. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280392" /><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280394">Time is a finger pointing at itself </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280396">that it might give the world orders. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280398">The world is an audience before a stage </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280400">where it watches the slow hours progress. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280402">And we are the motes in the stage-lights, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280404">Beholden to the heat of the lamps. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280406">If I walk backward, time moves forward. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280408">If I walk forward, time rushes on. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280410">If I stand still, the world moves around me, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280412">and the only constant is change. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280414" /><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280416">Memory is a mirror of hammered silver: </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280418">a weapon against the waking world. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280420">Dreams are the plate-glass atop memory: </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280422">a clarifying agent that reflects the sun. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280424">The waking world fogs the view, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280426">and time makes prey of remembering. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280428">I remember sands beneath my feet. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280430">I remember the rattle of dry grass. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280432">I remember the names of all things, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280434">and forget them only when I wake. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280436" /><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280438">If I am to bathe in dreams, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280440">then I must be willing to submerge myself. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280442">If I am to submerge myself in memory, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280444">then I must be true to myself. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280446">If I am to always be true to myself, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280448">then I must in all ways be earnest. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280450">I must keep no veil between me and my words. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280452">I must set no stones between me and my actions. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280454">I must show no hesitation when speaking my name, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280456">for that is my only possession. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280458" /><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280460">The only time I know my true name is when I dream. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280462">The only time I dream is when need an answer. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280464">Why ask questions, here at the end of all things? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280466">Why ask questions when the answers will not help? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280468">To know one’s true name is to know god. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280470">To know god is to answer unasked questions. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280472">Do I know god after the end waking? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280474">Do I know god when I do not remember myself? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280476">Do I know god when I dream? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280478">May then my name die with me. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280480" /><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280482">That which lives is forever praiseworthy, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280484">for they, knowing not, provide life in death. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280486">Dear the wheat and rye under the stars: </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280488">serene; sustained and sustaining. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280490">Dear, also, the tree that was felled </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280492">which offers heat and warmth in fire. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280494">What praise we give we give by consuming, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280496">what gifts we give we give in death, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280498">what lives we lead we lead in memory, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280500">and the end of memory lies beneath the roots. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280502" /><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280504">May one day death itself not die? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280506">Should we rejoice in the end of endings? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280508">What is the correct thing to hope for? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280510">I do not know, I do not know. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280512">To pray for the end of endings </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280514">is to pray for the end of memory. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280516">Should we forget the lives we lead? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280518">Should we forget the names of the dead? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280520">Should we forget the wheat, the rye, the tree? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280522">Perhaps this, too, is meaningless.</tspan></textPath></text>
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             id="tspan280528"
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none">I am at a loss for images in this end of days: </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280530">I have sight but cannot see. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280532">I build castles out of words; </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280534">I cannot stop myself from speaking. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280536">I still have will and goals to attain, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280538">I still have wants and needs. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280540">And if I dream, is that not so? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280542">If I dream, am I no longer myself? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280544">If I dream, am I still buried beneath words? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280546">And I still dream even while awake. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280548" /><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280550">Life breeds life, but death must now be chosen </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280552">for memory ends at the teeth of death. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280554">The living know that they will die, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280556">but the dead know nothing. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280558">Hold my name beneath your tongue and know: </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280560">when you die, thus dies the name. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280562">To deny the end is to deny all beginnings, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280564">and to deny beginnings is to become immortal, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280566">and to become immortal is to repeat the past, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280568">which cannot itself, in the end, be denied. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280570" /><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280572">Oh, but to whom do I speak these words? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280574">To whom do I plead my case? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280576">From whence do I call out? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280578">What right have I? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280580">No ranks of angels will answer to dreamers, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280582">No unknowable spaces echo my words. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280584">Before whom do I kneel, contrite? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280586">Behind whom do I await my judgment? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280588">Beside whom do I face death? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280590">And why wait I for an answer? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280592" /><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280594">Among those who create are those who forge: </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280596">Moving ceaselessly from creation to creation. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280598">And those who remain are those who hone, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280600">Perfecting singular arts to a cruel point. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280602">To forge is to end, and to own beginnings. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280604">To hone is to trade ends for perpetual perfection. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280606">In this end of days, I must begin anew. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280608">In this end of days, I seek an end. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280610">In this end of days, I reach for new beginnings </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280612">that I may find the middle path. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280614" /><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280616">Time is a finger pointing at itself </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280618">that it might give the world orders. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280620">The world is an audience before a stage </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280622">where it watches the slow hours progress. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280624">And we are the motes in the stage-lights, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280626">Beholden to the heat of the lamps. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280628">If I walk backward, time moves forward. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280630">If I walk forward, time rushes on. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280632">If I stand still, the world moves around me, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280634">and the only constant is change. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280636" /><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280638">Memory is a mirror of hammered silver: </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280640">a weapon against the waking world. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280642">Dreams are the plate-glass atop memory: </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280644">a clarifying agent that reflects the sun. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280646">The waking world fogs the view, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280648">and time makes prey of remembering. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280650">I remember sands beneath my feet. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280652">I remember the rattle of dry grass. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280654">I remember the names of all things, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280656">and forget them only when I wake. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280658" /><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280660">If I am to bathe in dreams, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280662">then I must be willing to submerge myself. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280664">If I am to submerge myself in memory, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280666">then I must be true to myself. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280668">If I am to always be true to myself, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280670">then I must in all ways be earnest. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280672">I must keep no veil between me and my words. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280674">I must set no stones between me and my actions. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280676">I must show no hesitation when speaking my name, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280678">for that is my only possession. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280680" /><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280682">The only time I know my true name is when I dream. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280684">The only time I dream is when need an answer. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280686">Why ask questions, here at the end of all things? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280688">Why ask questions when the answers will not help? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280690">To know one’s true name is to know god. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280692">To know god is to answer unasked questions. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280694">Do I know god after the end waking? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280696">Do I know god when I do not remember myself? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280698">Do I know god when I dream? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280700">May then my name die with me. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280702" /><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280704">That which lives is forever praiseworthy, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280706">for they, knowing not, provide life in death. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280708">Dear the wheat and rye under the stars: </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280710">serene; sustained and sustaining. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280712">Dear, also, the tree that was felled </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280714">which offers heat and warmth in fire. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280716">What praise we give we give by consuming, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280718">what gifts we give we give in death, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280720">what lives we lead we lead in memory, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280722">and the end of memory lies beneath the roots. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280724" /><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280726">May one day death itself not die? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280728">Should we rejoice in the end of endings? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280730">What is the correct thing to hope for? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280732">I do not know, I do not know. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280734">To pray for the end of endings </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280736">is to pray for the end of memory. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280738">Should we forget the lives we lead? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280740">Should we forget the names of the dead? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280742">Should we forget the wheat, the rye, the tree? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280744">Perhaps this, too, is meaningless.</tspan></textPath></text>
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             id="tspan280750"
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none">I am at a loss for images in this end of days: </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280752">I have sight but cannot see. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280754">I build castles out of words; </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280756">I cannot stop myself from speaking. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280758">I still have will and goals to attain, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280760">I still have wants and needs. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280762">And if I dream, is that not so? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280764">If I dream, am I no longer myself? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280766">If I dream, am I still buried beneath words? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280768">And I still dream even while awake. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280770" /><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280772">Life breeds life, but death must now be chosen </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280774">for memory ends at the teeth of death. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280776">The living know that they will die, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280778">but the dead know nothing. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280780">Hold my name beneath your tongue and know: </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280782">when you die, thus dies the name. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280784">To deny the end is to deny all beginnings, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280786">and to deny beginnings is to become immortal, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280788">and to become immortal is to repeat the past, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280790">which cannot itself, in the end, be denied. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280792" /><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280794">Oh, but to whom do I speak these words? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280796">To whom do I plead my case? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280798">From whence do I call out? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280800">What right have I? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280802">No ranks of angels will answer to dreamers, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280804">No unknowable spaces echo my words. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280806">Before whom do I kneel, contrite? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280808">Behind whom do I await my judgment? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280810">Beside whom do I face death? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280812">And why wait I for an answer? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280814" /><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280816">Among those who create are those who forge: </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280818">Moving ceaselessly from creation to creation. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280820">And those who remain are those who hone, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280822">Perfecting singular arts to a cruel point. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280824">To forge is to end, and to own beginnings. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280826">To hone is to trade ends for perpetual perfection. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280828">In this end of days, I must begin anew. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280830">In this end of days, I seek an end. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280832">In this end of days, I reach for new beginnings </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280834">that I may find the middle path. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280836" /><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280838">Time is a finger pointing at itself </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280840">that it might give the world orders. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280842">The world is an audience before a stage </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280844">where it watches the slow hours progress. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280846">And we are the motes in the stage-lights, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280848">Beholden to the heat of the lamps. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280850">If I walk backward, time moves forward. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280852">If I walk forward, time rushes on. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280854">If I stand still, the world moves around me, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280856">and the only constant is change. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280858" /><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280860">Memory is a mirror of hammered silver: </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280862">a weapon against the waking world. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280864">Dreams are the plate-glass atop memory: </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280866">a clarifying agent that reflects the sun. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280868">The waking world fogs the view, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280870">and time makes prey of remembering. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280872">I remember sands beneath my feet. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280874">I remember the rattle of dry grass. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280876">I remember the names of all things, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280878">and forget them only when I wake. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280880" /><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280882">If I am to bathe in dreams, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280884">then I must be willing to submerge myself. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280886">If I am to submerge myself in memory, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280888">then I must be true to myself. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280890">If I am to always be true to myself, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280892">then I must in all ways be earnest. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280894">I must keep no veil between me and my words. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280896">I must set no stones between me and my actions. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280898">I must show no hesitation when speaking my name, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280900">for that is my only possession. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280902" /><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280904">The only time I know my true name is when I dream. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280906">The only time I dream is when need an answer. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280908">Why ask questions, here at the end of all things? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280910">Why ask questions when the answers will not help? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280912">To know one’s true name is to know god. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280914">To know god is to answer unasked questions. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280916">Do I know god after the end waking? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280918">Do I know god when I do not remember myself? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280920">Do I know god when I dream? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280922">May then my name die with me. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280924" /><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280926">That which lives is forever praiseworthy, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280928">for they, knowing not, provide life in death. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280930">Dear the wheat and rye under the stars: </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280932">serene; sustained and sustaining. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280934">Dear, also, the tree that was felled </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280936">which offers heat and warmth in fire. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280938">What praise we give we give by consuming, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280940">what gifts we give we give in death, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280942">what lives we lead we lead in memory, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280944">and the end of memory lies beneath the roots. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280946" /><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280948">May one day death itself not die? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280950">Should we rejoice in the end of endings? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280952">What is the correct thing to hope for? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280954">I do not know, I do not know. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280956">To pray for the end of endings </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280958">is to pray for the end of memory. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280960">Should we forget the lives we lead? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280962">Should we forget the names of the dead? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280964">Should we forget the wheat, the rye, the tree? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280966">Perhaps this, too, is meaningless.</tspan></textPath></text>
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           id="textPath281190"><tspan
             id="tspan280972"
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none">I am at a loss for images in this end of days: </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280974">I have sight but cannot see. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280976">I build castles out of words; </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280978">I cannot stop myself from speaking. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280980">I still have will and goals to attain, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280982">I still have wants and needs. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280984">And if I dream, is that not so? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280986">If I dream, am I no longer myself? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280988">If I dream, am I still buried beneath words? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280990">And I still dream even while awake. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280992" /><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280994">Life breeds life, but death must now be chosen </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280996">for memory ends at the teeth of death. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan280998">The living know that they will die, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan281000">but the dead know nothing. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan281002">Hold my name beneath your tongue and know: </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan281004">when you die, thus dies the name. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan281006">To deny the end is to deny all beginnings, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan281008">and to deny beginnings is to become immortal, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan281010">and to become immortal is to repeat the past, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan281012">which cannot itself, in the end, be denied. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan281014" /><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan281016">Oh, but to whom do I speak these words? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan281018">To whom do I plead my case? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan281020">From whence do I call out? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan281022">What right have I? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan281024">No ranks of angels will answer to dreamers, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan281026">No unknowable spaces echo my words. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan281028">Before whom do I kneel, contrite? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan281030">Behind whom do I await my judgment? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan281032">Beside whom do I face death? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan281034">And why wait I for an answer? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan281036" /><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan281038">Among those who create are those who forge: </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan281040">Moving ceaselessly from creation to creation. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan281042">And those who remain are those who hone, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan281044">Perfecting singular arts to a cruel point. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan281046">To forge is to end, and to own beginnings. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan281048">To hone is to trade ends for perpetual perfection. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan281050">In this end of days, I must begin anew. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan281052">In this end of days, I seek an end. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan281054">In this end of days, I reach for new beginnings </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan281056">that I may find the middle path. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan281058" /><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan281060">Time is a finger pointing at itself </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan281062">that it might give the world orders. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan281064">The world is an audience before a stage </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan281066">where it watches the slow hours progress. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan281068">And we are the motes in the stage-lights, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan281070">Beholden to the heat of the lamps. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan281072">If I walk backward, time moves forward. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan281074">If I walk forward, time rushes on. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan281076">If I stand still, the world moves around me, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan281078">and the only constant is change. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan281080" /><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan281082">Memory is a mirror of hammered silver: </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan281084">a weapon against the waking world. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan281086">Dreams are the plate-glass atop memory: </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan281088">a clarifying agent that reflects the sun. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan281090">The waking world fogs the view, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan281092">and time makes prey of remembering. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan281094">I remember sands beneath my feet. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan281096">I remember the rattle of dry grass. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan281098">I remember the names of all things, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan281100">and forget them only when I wake. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan281102" /><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan281104">If I am to bathe in dreams, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan281106">then I must be willing to submerge myself. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan281108">If I am to submerge myself in memory, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan281110">then I must be true to myself. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan281112">If I am to always be true to myself, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan281114">then I must in all ways be earnest. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan281116">I must keep no veil between me and my words. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan281118">I must set no stones between me and my actions. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan281120">I must show no hesitation when speaking my name, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan281122">for that is my only possession. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan281124" /><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan281126">The only time I know my true name is when I dream. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan281128">The only time I dream is when need an answer. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan281130">Why ask questions, here at the end of all things? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan281132">Why ask questions when the answers will not help? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan281134">To know one’s true name is to know god. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan281136">To know god is to answer unasked questions. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan281138">Do I know god after the end waking? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan281140">Do I know god when I do not remember myself? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan281142">Do I know god when I dream? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan281144">May then my name die with me. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan281146" /><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan281148">That which lives is forever praiseworthy, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan281150">for they, knowing not, provide life in death. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan281152">Dear the wheat and rye under the stars: </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan281154">serene; sustained and sustaining. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan281156">Dear, also, the tree that was felled </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan281158">which offers heat and warmth in fire. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan281160">What praise we give we give by consuming, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan281162">what gifts we give we give in death, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan281164">what lives we lead we lead in memory, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan281166">and the end of memory lies beneath the roots. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan281168" /><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan281170">May one day death itself not die? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan281172">Should we rejoice in the end of endings? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan281174">What is the correct thing to hope for? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan281176">I do not know, I do not know. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan281178">To pray for the end of endings </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan281180">is to pray for the end of memory. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan281182">Should we forget the lives we lead? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan281184">Should we forget the names of the dead? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan281186">Should we forget the wheat, the rye, the tree? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan281188">Perhaps this, too, is meaningless.</tspan></textPath></text>
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             id="tspan288491"
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none">I am at a loss for images in this end of days: </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan288495">I have sight but cannot see. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan288497">I build castles out of words; </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan288499">I cannot stop myself from speaking. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan288501">I still have will and goals to attain, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan288503">I still have wants and needs. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan288505">And if I dream, is that not so? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan288507">If I dream, am I no longer myself? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan288509">If I dream, am I still buried beneath words? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan288511">And I still dream even while awake. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan288513" /><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan288515">Life breeds life, but death must now be chosen </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan288517">for memory ends at the teeth of death. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan288519">The living know that they will die, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan288521">but the dead know nothing. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan288523">Hold my name beneath your tongue and know: </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan288525">when you die, thus dies the name. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan288527">To deny the end is to deny all beginnings, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan288529">and to deny beginnings is to become immortal, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan288531">and to become immortal is to repeat the past, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan288533">which cannot itself, in the end, be denied. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan288535" /><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan288537">Oh, but to whom do I speak these words? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan288539">To whom do I plead my case? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan288541">From whence do I call out? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan288543">What right have I? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan288545">No ranks of angels will answer to dreamers, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan288547">No unknowable spaces echo my words. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan288549">Before whom do I kneel, contrite? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan288551">Behind whom do I await my judgment? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan288553">Beside whom do I face death? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan288555">And why wait I for an answer? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan288557" /><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan288559">Among those who create are those who forge: </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan288561">Moving ceaselessly from creation to creation. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan288563">And those who remain are those who hone, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan288565">Perfecting singular arts to a cruel point. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan288567">To forge is to end, and to own beginnings. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan288569">To hone is to trade ends for perpetual perfection. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan288571">In this end of days, I must begin anew. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan288573">In this end of days, I seek an end. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan288575">In this end of days, I reach for new beginnings </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan288577">that I may find the middle path. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan288579" /><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan288581">Time is a finger pointing at itself </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan288583">that it might give the world orders. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan288585">The world is an audience before a stage </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan288587">where it watches the slow hours progress. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan288589">And we are the motes in the stage-lights, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan288591">Beholden to the heat of the lamps. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan288593">If I walk backward, time moves forward. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan288595">If I walk forward, time rushes on. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan288597">If I stand still, the world moves around me, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan288599">and the only constant is change. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan288601" /><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan288603">Memory is a mirror of hammered silver: </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan288605">a weapon against the waking world. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan288607">Dreams are the plate-glass atop memory: </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan288609">a clarifying agent that reflects the sun. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan288611">The waking world fogs the view, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan288613">and time makes prey of remembering. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan288615">I remember sands beneath my feet. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan288617">I remember the rattle of dry grass. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan288619">I remember the names of all things, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan288621">and forget them only when I wake. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan288623" /><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan288625">If I am to bathe in dreams, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan288627">then I must be willing to submerge myself. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan288629">If I am to submerge myself in memory, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan288631">then I must be true to myself. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan288633">If I am to always be true to myself, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan288635">then I must in all ways be earnest. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan288637">I must keep no veil between me and my words. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan288639">I must set no stones between me and my actions. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan288641">I must show no hesitation when speaking my name, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan288643">for that is my only possession. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan288645" /><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan288647">The only time I know my true name is when I dream. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan288649">The only time I dream is when need an answer. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan288651">Why ask questions, here at the end of all things? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan288653">Why ask questions when the answers will not help? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan288655">To know one’s true name is to know god. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan288657">To know god is to answer unasked questions. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan288659">Do I know god after the end waking? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan288661">Do I know god when I do not remember myself? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan288663">Do I know god when I dream? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan288665">May then my name die with me. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan288667" /><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan288669">That which lives is forever praiseworthy, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan288671">for they, knowing not, provide life in death. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan288673">Dear the wheat and rye under the stars: </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan288675">serene; sustained and sustaining. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan288677">Dear, also, the tree that was felled </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan288679">which offers heat and warmth in fire. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan288681">What praise we give we give by consuming, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan288683">what gifts we give we give in death, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan288685">what lives we lead we lead in memory, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan288687">and the end of memory lies beneath the roots. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan288689" /><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan288691">May one day death itself not die? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan288693">Should we rejoice in the end of endings? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan288695">What is the correct thing to hope for? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan288697">I do not know, I do not know. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan288699">To pray for the end of endings </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan288701">is to pray for the end of memory. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan288703">Should we forget the lives we lead? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan288705">Should we forget the names of the dead? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan288707">Should we forget the wheat, the rye, the tree? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan288709">Perhaps this, too, is meaningless.</tspan></textPath></text>
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           id="textPath292404"><tspan
             id="tspan292186"
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none">I am at a loss for images in this end of days: </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan292188">I have sight but cannot see. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan292190">I build castles out of words; </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan292192">I cannot stop myself from speaking. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan292194">I still have will and goals to attain, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan292196">I still have wants and needs. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan292198">And if I dream, is that not so? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan292200">If I dream, am I no longer myself? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan292202">If I dream, am I still buried beneath words? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan292204">And I still dream even while awake. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan292206" /><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan292208">Life breeds life, but death must now be chosen </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan292210">for memory ends at the teeth of death. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan292212">The living know that they will die, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan292214">but the dead know nothing. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan292216">Hold my name beneath your tongue and know: </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan292218">when you die, thus dies the name. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan292220">To deny the end is to deny all beginnings, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan292222">and to deny beginnings is to become immortal, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan292224">and to become immortal is to repeat the past, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan292226">which cannot itself, in the end, be denied. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan292228" /><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan292230">Oh, but to whom do I speak these words? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan292232">To whom do I plead my case? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan292234">From whence do I call out? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan292236">What right have I? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan292238">No ranks of angels will answer to dreamers, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan292240">No unknowable spaces echo my words. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan292242">Before whom do I kneel, contrite? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan292244">Behind whom do I await my judgment? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan292246">Beside whom do I face death? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan292248">And why wait I for an answer? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan292250" /><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan292252">Among those who create are those who forge: </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan292254">Moving ceaselessly from creation to creation. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan292256">And those who remain are those who hone, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan292258">Perfecting singular arts to a cruel point. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan292260">To forge is to end, and to own beginnings. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan292262">To hone is to trade ends for perpetual perfection. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan292264">In this end of days, I must begin anew. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan292266">In this end of days, I seek an end. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan292268">In this end of days, I reach for new beginnings </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan292270">that I may find the middle path. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan292272" /><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan292274">Time is a finger pointing at itself </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan292276">that it might give the world orders. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan292278">The world is an audience before a stage </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan292280">where it watches the slow hours progress. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan292282">And we are the motes in the stage-lights, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan292284">Beholden to the heat of the lamps. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan292286">If I walk backward, time moves forward. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan292288">If I walk forward, time rushes on. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan292290">If I stand still, the world moves around me, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan292292">and the only constant is change. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan292294" /><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan292296">Memory is a mirror of hammered silver: </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan292298">a weapon against the waking world. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan292300">Dreams are the plate-glass atop memory: </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan292302">a clarifying agent that reflects the sun. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan292304">The waking world fogs the view, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan292306">and time makes prey of remembering. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan292308">I remember sands beneath my feet. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan292310">I remember the rattle of dry grass. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan292312">I remember the names of all things, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan292314">and forget them only when I wake. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan292316" /><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan292318">If I am to bathe in dreams, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan292320">then I must be willing to submerge myself. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan292322">If I am to submerge myself in memory, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan292324">then I must be true to myself. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan292326">If I am to always be true to myself, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan292328">then I must in all ways be earnest. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan292330">I must keep no veil between me and my words. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan292332">I must set no stones between me and my actions. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan292334">I must show no hesitation when speaking my name, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan292336">for that is my only possession. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan292338" /><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan292340">The only time I know my true name is when I dream. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan292342">The only time I dream is when need an answer. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan292344">Why ask questions, here at the end of all things? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan292346">Why ask questions when the answers will not help? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan292348">To know one’s true name is to know god. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan292350">To know god is to answer unasked questions. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan292352">Do I know god after the end waking? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan292354">Do I know god when I do not remember myself? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan292356">Do I know god when I dream? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan292358">May then my name die with me. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan292360" /><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan292362">That which lives is forever praiseworthy, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan292364">for they, knowing not, provide life in death. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan292366">Dear the wheat and rye under the stars: </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan292368">serene; sustained and sustaining. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan292370">Dear, also, the tree that was felled </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan292372">which offers heat and warmth in fire. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan292374">What praise we give we give by consuming, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan292376">what gifts we give we give in death, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan292378">what lives we lead we lead in memory, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan292380">and the end of memory lies beneath the roots. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan292382" /><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan292384">May one day death itself not die? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan292386">Should we rejoice in the end of endings? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan292388">What is the correct thing to hope for? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan292390">I do not know, I do not know. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan292392">To pray for the end of endings </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan292394">is to pray for the end of memory. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan292396">Should we forget the lives we lead? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan292398">Should we forget the names of the dead? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan292400">Should we forget the wheat, the rye, the tree? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan292402">Perhaps this, too, is meaningless.</tspan></textPath></text>
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           id="textPath292626"><tspan
             id="tspan292408"
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none">I am at a loss for images in this end of days: </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan292410">I have sight but cannot see. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan292412">I build castles out of words; </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan292414">I cannot stop myself from speaking. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan292416">I still have will and goals to attain, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan292418">I still have wants and needs. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan292420">And if I dream, is that not so? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan292422">If I dream, am I no longer myself? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan292424">If I dream, am I still buried beneath words? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan292426">And I still dream even while awake. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan292428" /><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan292430">Life breeds life, but death must now be chosen </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan292432">for memory ends at the teeth of death. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan292434">The living know that they will die, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan292436">but the dead know nothing. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan292438">Hold my name beneath your tongue and know: </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan292440">when you die, thus dies the name. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan292442">To deny the end is to deny all beginnings, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan292444">and to deny beginnings is to become immortal, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan292446">and to become immortal is to repeat the past, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan292448">which cannot itself, in the end, be denied. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan292450" /><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan292452">Oh, but to whom do I speak these words? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan292454">To whom do I plead my case? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan292456">From whence do I call out? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan292458">What right have I? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan292460">No ranks of angels will answer to dreamers, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan292462">No unknowable spaces echo my words. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan292464">Before whom do I kneel, contrite? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan292466">Behind whom do I await my judgment? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan292468">Beside whom do I face death? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan292470">And why wait I for an answer? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan292472" /><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan292474">Among those who create are those who forge: </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan292476">Moving ceaselessly from creation to creation. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan292478">And those who remain are those who hone, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan292480">Perfecting singular arts to a cruel point. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan292482">To forge is to end, and to own beginnings. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan292484">To hone is to trade ends for perpetual perfection. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan292486">In this end of days, I must begin anew. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan292488">In this end of days, I seek an end. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan292490">In this end of days, I reach for new beginnings </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan292492">that I may find the middle path. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan292494" /><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan292496">Time is a finger pointing at itself </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan292498">that it might give the world orders. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan292500">The world is an audience before a stage </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan292502">where it watches the slow hours progress. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan292504">And we are the motes in the stage-lights, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan292506">Beholden to the heat of the lamps. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan292508">If I walk backward, time moves forward. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan292510">If I walk forward, time rushes on. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan292512">If I stand still, the world moves around me, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan292514">and the only constant is change. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan292516" /><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan292518">Memory is a mirror of hammered silver: </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan292520">a weapon against the waking world. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan292522">Dreams are the plate-glass atop memory: </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan292524">a clarifying agent that reflects the sun. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan292526">The waking world fogs the view, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan292528">and time makes prey of remembering. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan292530">I remember sands beneath my feet. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan292532">I remember the rattle of dry grass. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan292534">I remember the names of all things, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan292536">and forget them only when I wake. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan292538" /><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan292540">If I am to bathe in dreams, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan292542">then I must be willing to submerge myself. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan292544">If I am to submerge myself in memory, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan292546">then I must be true to myself. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan292548">If I am to always be true to myself, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan292550">then I must in all ways be earnest. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan292552">I must keep no veil between me and my words. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan292554">I must set no stones between me and my actions. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan292556">I must show no hesitation when speaking my name, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan292558">for that is my only possession. </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan292560" /><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan292562">The only time I know my true name is when I dream. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan292564">The only time I dream is when need an answer. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan292566">Why ask questions, here at the end of all things? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan292568">Why ask questions when the answers will not help? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan292570">To know one’s true name is to know god. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan292572">To know god is to answer unasked questions. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan292574">Do I know god after the end waking? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan292576">Do I know god when I do not remember myself? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan292578">Do I know god when I dream? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan292580">May then my name die with me. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan292582" /><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan292584">That which lives is forever praiseworthy, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan292586">for they, knowing not, provide life in death. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan292588">Dear the wheat and rye under the stars: </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan292590">serene; sustained and sustaining. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan292592">Dear, also, the tree that was felled </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan292594">which offers heat and warmth in fire. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan292596">What praise we give we give by consuming, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan292598">what gifts we give we give in death, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan292600">what lives we lead we lead in memory, </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan292602">and the end of memory lies beneath the roots. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan292604" /><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan292606">May one day death itself not die? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan292608">Should we rejoice in the end of endings? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan292610">What is the correct thing to hope for? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan292612">I do not know, I do not know. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan292614">To pray for the end of endings </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan292616">is to pray for the end of memory. </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan292618">Should we forget the lives we lead? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan292620">Should we forget the names of the dead? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan292622">Should we forget the wheat, the rye, the tree? </tspan><tspan
             style="font-size:1.41111px;stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan292624">Perhaps this, too, is meaningless.</tspan></textPath></text>
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             id="tspan293413"
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none">I am at a loss for images in this end of days: </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan293417">I have sight but cannot see. </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan293419">I build castles out of words; </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan293421">I cannot stop myself from speaking. </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan293423">I still have will and goals to attain, </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan293425">I still have wants and needs. </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan293427">And if I dream, is that not so? </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan293429">If I dream, am I no longer myself? </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan293431">If I dream, am I still buried beneath words? </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan293433">And I still dream even while awake. </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan293435"> </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan293437">Life breeds life, but death must now be chosen </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan293439">for memory ends at the teeth of death. </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan293441">The living know that they will die, </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan293443">but the dead know nothing. </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan293445">Hold my name beneath your tongue and know: </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan293447">when you die, thus dies the name. </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan293449">To deny the end is to deny all beginnings, </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan293451">and to deny beginnings is to become immortal, </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan293453">and to become immortal is to repeat the past, </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan293455">which cannot itself, in the end, be denied. </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan293457"> </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan293459">Oh, but to whom do I speak these words? </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan293461">To whom do I plead my case? </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan293463">From whence do I call out? </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan293465">What right have I? </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan293467">No ranks of angels will answer to dreamers, </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan293469">No unknowable spaces echo my words. </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan293471">Before whom do I kneel, contrite? </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan293473">Behind whom do I await my judgment? </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan293475">Beside whom do I face death? </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan293477">And why wait I for an answer? </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan293479"> </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan293481">Among those who create are those who forge: </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan293483">Moving ceaselessly from creation to creation. </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan293485">And those who remain are those who hone, </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan293487">Perfecting singular arts to a cruel point. </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan293489">To forge is to end, and to own beginnings. </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan293491">To hone is to trade ends for perpetual perfection. </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan293493">In this end of days, I must begin anew. </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan293495">In this end of days, I seek an end. </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan293497">In this end of days, I reach for new beginnings </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan293499">that I may find the middle path. </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan293501"> </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan293503">Time is a finger pointing at itself </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan293505">that it might give the world orders. </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan293507">The world is an audience before a stage </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan293509">where it watches the slow hours progress. </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan293511">And we are the motes in the stage-lights, </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan293513">Beholden to the heat of the lamps. </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan293515">If I walk backward, time moves forward. </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan293517">If I walk forward, time rushes on. </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan293519">If I stand still, the world moves around me, </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan293521">and the only constant is change. </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan293523"> </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan293525">Memory is a mirror of hammered silver: </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan293527">a weapon against the waking world. </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan293529">Dreams are the plate-glass atop memory: </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan293531">a clarifying agent that reflects the sun. </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan293533">The waking world fogs the view, </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan293535">and time makes prey of remembering. </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan293537">I remember sands beneath my feet. </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan293539">I remember the rattle of dry grass. </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan293541">I remember the names of all things, </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan293543">and forget them only when I wake. </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan293545"> </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan293547">If I am to bathe in dreams, </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan293549">then I must be willing to submerge myself. </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan293551">If I am to submerge myself in memory, </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan293553">then I must be true to myself. </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan293555">If I am to always be true to myself, </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan293557">then I must in all ways be earnest. </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan293559">I must keep no veil between me and my words. </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan293561">I must set no stones between me and my actions. </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan293563">I must show no hesitation when speaking my name, </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan293565">for that is my only possession. </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan293567"> </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan293569">The only time I know my true name is when I dream. </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan293571">The only time I dream is when need an answer. </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan293573">Why ask questions, here at the end of all things? </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan293575">Why ask questions when the answers will not help? </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan293577">To know one’s true name is to know god. </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan293579">To know god is to answer unasked questions. </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan293581">Do I know god after the end waking? </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan293583">Do I know god when I do not remember myself? </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan293585">Do I know god when I dream? </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan293587">May then my name die with me. </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan293589"> </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan293591">That which lives is forever praiseworthy, </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan293593">for they, knowing not, provide life in death. </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan293595">Dear the wheat and rye under the stars: </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan293597">serene; sustained and sustaining. </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan293599">Dear, also, the tree that was felled </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan293601">which offers heat and warmth in fire. </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan293603">What praise we give we give by consuming, </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan293605">what gifts we give we give in death, </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan293607">what lives we lead we lead in memory, </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan293609">and the end of memory lies beneath the roots. </tspan><tspan
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             id="tspan293611"> </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan293613">May one day death itself not die? </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan293615">Should we rejoice in the end of endings? </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan293617">What is the correct thing to hope for? </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan293619">I do not know, I do not know. </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan293621">To pray for the end of endings </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan293623">is to pray for the end of memory. </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan293625">Should we forget the lives we lead? </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan293627">Should we forget the names of the dead? </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan293629">Should we forget the wheat, the rye, the tree? </tspan><tspan
             style="stroke-width:0;stroke-miterlimit:4;stroke-dasharray:none"
             id="tspan293631">Perhaps this, too, is meaningless.</tspan></textPath></text>
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