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Part of Us

Rolf's Poems and Pictures Posted on by
Part of Us
Wind of us
Through us 
Down around the bend of us,
Finally not about us at all.
But of course, we are the instrument that brought us seeking,
Weeping joy at the moment, at its indifference and power.

At its wind that we bring unceasing to our lungs and back to air.
Consubstantial, to eat, to breath, 
To be of place and the line of people
And the beating heart.

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