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Rated: E · Prose · Nature · #2239174
Time to come home...

She calls, and with the others I come

without sound or color

Weight enough only to fall slowly among the bleached multitudes

and pile against our Mother's flesh



She will absorb us, and then one day let us fly

again to the heavens to see the Earth far below

We are its lifeblood, she says

Her babies

Its soul



Mother calls and

a billion bright sons return

in reverent silence

and colorless deference



Mother calls

and we all

come home.





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