I am not new-sprung from the well of souls,
No bearer of some unique, unheard song.
I am the joining of two lives, fusing errors and aspirations;
The striving of the hungry and the proud, the lustful and the lonely;
Eyes looking to moon-glow in fear and wonder;
Torch-lighters who weep and sing for another’s passing;
Predator’s jaws, dripping with gore, requiring another’s life for mine;
The singular discovering success in communion with the multiple;
Unheralded formation of chemical coalescence;
The dust of exploding stars, expanding into the cold.
