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The Gods Themselves
You'll pass through the dimmest recesses
In darkness they'll want you to start
But reasoning only oppresses—
They'd rather you see with your heart
Sometimes my searching upsets them
Their tempers are never the same
But when they've consented, I've met them
And always they've known me by name
Sometimes their fire comes willing
When offering sweat as the spark
The blaze can grow, laughing and thrilling
But sometimes I'm left in the dark
You'll want to give up, you'll grow tired
But don't let the chase go ignored
The seeking is what they admire—
The seeking is what they'll reward