With every life, the world begins anew.
For once there was a diff’rent world, I think –
But souls are terraforming, all the time,
And old worlds die, or possibly, just shrink —
For memories are glass and also fire,
Distorting, and refining, both, in one –
I know that once there was a boy’s desire,
But that world lingers yet
It is not
Done
To share is human:
