They must have decided
to return to the ship
despite the flaming sword
of the never-setting, the dark sword
of the never-rising, sun.
Same old story
The way back into the garden
is also the way
into the realm of the minerals
In the end
what we are looking for
will find us
"Living must be your whole occupation,"
the poet wrote. He got it right.
No, he got it half right.
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