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  • Writer's pictureJ. Griffin Hughes


Updated: Jan 28, 2021

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.

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