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...

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

The Song of the Fox
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A field of flowers, green sinew,
sacred towers, past I flew...