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I am burning the last of the logs
I cut down from the tree of knowledge of good and evil
and am warming my hands
while the two ferocious beasts cry out to me as they burn in the flames
and draw my attention away
from the one who is silent
who is sitting here beside me
nailed to the tree of life.
I turn to him once in a while and he answers nothing but holds open a door.

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