Before the doors of the great Library thrown open—
Neutral buoyancy in the Uncontained.
The jewel of your presence in this Presence
Given to you as the unfolding of your Life,
Given to you to give again.
Will the gift you bestow be You,
A map to this Door?
Every word you utter
Every edifice you raise in its name
Comes from, points to, reports coordinates of
Other Than Here.
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