"...at times i almost dream
I too have spent a life the sage`s way
And thread once more familiar paths.perchance.
I perished in an arrogant self-reliance
Ages ago, and in that act, a prayer
For one more chance went up so earnest,so
Instinct with the better light let in by death,
That life was blotted out-not so completely
But scattered wrecks enough of it remain
Dim memories, as now, when one more seems
The goal in sight again."
~revolution

