In breath, in breathing in, the void
And clear as pure water, the word
And born of great oceans, the noise
Brought down by our kind, the world.
Where have the birds flown?
And have they a story, a poem
How much has never been ours to own
At what moment did god off to the stars – leaving us alone.
This sand is all I will care to know
When fires have long burned their fury
After clouds have lost their way in the dark, and surely
Before the ice settles on the husk of this world
This is where I should be
And firmly
Settled against a wave, that very one
Having come so far
And from the depth
Just to become one gone
Back to the source, swept
Like old memory…not worth having been kept
Back to everything I will forget
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