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deciding to be nobody’s ancestor
coming from everywhere, everything,
everyone
child of stone and stream and sky
drawing on the ever breath
as creature of the green
as eyes up
brief while here to wonder
with some least griefs to go
charmed with the sphere’s rotation,
tilt
the trooping of the seasons, treelit
sunshone grass a aglow
here for the fascination
for what can be understood
so all of us at once
the song before the words are lit
as all our due respect’s towards
all that can’t be known
tell all! tell on!
so sacred to our secret selves
so secret to a truth
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