Atoms as old as stars,
mutation on mutation,
millions and millions of cells
dividing yet still the same,
from ancient Eastern rivers,
from turquoise tropic seas,
unto myself I came.
My spirit like my flesh
sprang from a thousand sources,
from cave-man, hunter and sheperd,
from Karnak, Cyprus, Rome;
The living thoughts in me
spring from dead men and women,
forgotten time out of mind
and many as bubbles of foam.
Here for a moment's space
into the light out of darkness,
I come and they come with me
finding words with my breath;
From the windsom of many life-times
I hear them cry: "Forever
Seek for Beauty, she only
Fight with man against Death!"
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