of stone and dust we are born
of water and air
and each to our mother breast
and then a single breath
drawn in and out how many times
each one a gift
until again the earth draws near
and claims us altogether made finite.
seen briefly as seaspray,
as the shadow of a dream we should have made,
we are finally etched into stone then dust we are
water and air
and the breath of children reborn
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