Monday, November 11, 2013

The Protists

We shall call you by the name, shall we not?
The name paled by many others,
Highly-fictional, could mean a world,
Could mean not a cinder.

We shall be spoken for by the book
That knows all of us, the reasons for having
Named you, who are called in multitudes,
Who are named, but need not be

For you are an immensity
That even the night could not capture;
Even more than what looms awhile
Into it in the morrow.

But you shall not be waited; you come to us
In another form, with another name, face, voice, body.
For you being a stranger to them, again,
We should have not known you at all.

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