Intro

Intro (Lyrics)

Go thou forth, and work the field.


Take up the ore, and burn it.


Pour it white-hot into tools.


Name them.


Use them.


And let them slay thee.

And if thou doest not these things,


If thy hands rest idle,


If the sweat upon thy brow is not bitter with smoke—


Then I know not what god shall help thee.


For I shall not.

Yet—


If thou wouldst jest,


If thou wouldst make me laugh—


Even once, before the rust enter thy tongue—


Or if thou be pierced in ways I have not imagined,


And yet laugh still should I—

Then may I watch thee.
Then may I remember.

For this is all I do:


Remember. And laugh.

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