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The spidery web of water
sprayed like little moonstones
on my face

I walked through the water
and fire both

and saw the baptism beginning
there


The land is dying
the land is drying

The land is old

and fail and fair and fearless


I watched you shape my soul
with your hands
and became  silent
about what I knew


The seagulls watched us eat
on the pier

and devoured our leftovers


the earth feeds on human remains

and the remains of all life
she will outlive us

the land is going to die

and be reborn

differently

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