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beginning song
I remember that salt once lived on my skin,
eternities ago, before wars and prophets visited us
to talk of God
once when God was the sound of water
lapping the shore,
and I stood upon it fresh from the sea.
Gulls, dipped into the cresting waves
were like tiny ornaments to sunlight in my vision,
and sea breeze carried their cries
far into the swells of dark, looming
as the sun set, and my body dried
and became cool as smoothed stone.
Was it so long ago, those millions of years
that History was inchoate,
and I, alone on a beach wished upon the future unmade
and blew into a conch, full of sand and spiralling shape
all the sound I hear today, no longer new and innocent
bidding me to hope and hope even after the sound died.
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