You who existed before the mountains and the clouds,
before the sea and the winds,
You whose beginning is before the beginning of all things
and whose joy and sorrow are older than the stars.
You who have roamed eternally young over winter streets
and through the great darknesses between them.
You who were lonely before loneliness
and whose heart was full of anxiety long before any human heart –
Do not forget me.
But how could you possibly remember me.
How should the sea possibly remember the shell
through which it once roared.
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