I asked a question long ago,
the answer satisfied me not...

Once I thought I was a fly,
tangled in the spider's web...

Life on earth comes from heat,
whether from the sun or beneath our feet...

Listen intent to the obsidian song,
of wing'd ravens in their throngs...

A field of flowers, green sinew,
sacred towers, past I flew...

The Song of the Fox
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