Oh man, I have been obsessing over this prompt since I got the list. For those who don't know already this is a line from T.S. Eliot's "Burnt Norton." I've included the next eight lines to the end of the poem.
I've also cheated on the length. There's 48 extra words. It's a prompt from one of my favorite English language poets, I couldn't help myself.
Extra Disclaimer: See ch. 1 and I am not T.S. Eliot.
Caught in the form of limitation:
Between un-being and being.
Sudden in a shaft of sunlight
Even while the dust moves
There rises the hidden laughter
Of children in the foliage
Quick now, here, now, always—
Ridiculous the waste sad time
Stretching before and after.
In the instant after the order comes Gree develops the ability to see everything. He sees the entirety of the battle, for this little mud beach; for the planet around him, for the Galaxy.
He sees the beginning of this battle; terrified cubs in chains, watches a brother not his own fall behind; be left behind. He sees the end of this battle; the end of battles long distant on unknown planets.
Gree sees another Kashyyk, one unscarred by wars, another free of the huge, brooding forests, another a wasteland of scorched rock and hot wind.
CC 1004 sees the end of his own life at the hands of the diminutive Jedi before him. He sees another life continuing on the run, with a wife and a child; or alone. He sees and understands the will of the universe; the Force, it doesn't matter. He accepts his fate.