Up close you are so alien to me
Slimy, brown with an edge of red
Unearthly light, a foreign dread
No sign of a head visible to me
Turning, wriggling, dripping pus
It is a wonder you’re related to us.
Yet at the same time as this I feel
A distant kinship dawn on me
The same wind in our body blows
The breath of life, that will to fly
The need to grow
Reap and sow
And then to die
With hearts that know
The wind still blows
As the sacred torch sighs
And so the short drama
Of life and death
Punctuated by a few short breaths
In the few short days
Life it flows on
The flame dies not
Through time and form
Anon it flies and is gone

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