He spoke in

the dangerous dialect

of occupation.

He wanted it all back

in the original version of earth.

He took up with

the wilderness between

mystery and science.

He was sure to be facing down

many great delusions, and the

formidable crux of our existence itself.

Everything hinged on leaving,

being willing to take that first step

out the door of the places within

that he called home. As for

the world outside, the primal domain,

his dreams of a restored earth never faded.

His work is beautiful as tragedy can be,

worth the quest, worth the writing of it.

He lived what he spoke even when it

meant that years would go by with little

understanding from others.

He worked along that rift

all of his life,

walking in the one world.

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