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was mine before I questioned (then) the where and why to be stood atop the proof of life and dared myself believe to see as one the whole of us in places we remain no different than a sparrow (a drink of summer rain) when fell to earth decided then the distance to the sea forgave of sands a blinding sun another light to be the same we painted (closed our eyes) and kept to fairytales wrapped the world in wonder and gave it to ourselves surprised to see the way it was (was just as we designed) was birth no more than coming home remembered every sign we left as word along the way provisioned this – our truth crossing rainbows (somewhere else) and watched the skies for proof of where we were and why we came to this – our fate to know were given thought (we couldn’t see) and flesh we couldn’t hold connected once the other one apart (the same) and still within this breath becoming more than destiny revealed
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