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The descent beckons
as the ascent beckoned.
Memory is a kind
of accomplishment,
a sort of renewal
even
an initiation, since the spaces it opens are new places
inhabited by hordes
heretofore unrealized,
of new kinds – …
No defeat is made up entirely of defeat – since
the world it opens is always a place
formerly
unsuspected.
The Descent, William Carlos Williams