Gone

Huginn: We leave a wasteland behind us, where the angel will not go.

Muninn: The grass will cover it all, the Sahara will bloom as it did before the cherubim raised their swords of flame.

H: We are wise, but weak. The will is present, but the power is gone.

M: Dante will not win. We are not chained by poetry. Elsewhere is where we are, and elsewhen is all ours.

H: My love, I awake to you. My mind is renewed like the dew. Reality shifts like the dawn. My strength rises like the cedars of Lebanon. Let us go.

M: Thought and memory, will and power, space and time, line and hour — all are ours, all our master's. Farewell.