Up close you are so alien to me
Slimy-brown-earthy yet a glow of red
Unearthly light, portrays a foreign dread
No sign of a head do my eyes perceive

Turning, wriggling, your end dripping pus
It’s a wonder you’re related to us.
Yet at the same time as this I do feel
A distant kinship dawn in upon me

The same wind in our body sings
The breath of life that will to go
The need to grow to reap and sow
To live the life we sought to bring

And then to die
With hearts that know
The wind still blows
As the torch sighs

And so the short play
Of life and of death
Of a few short breaths
Twixt a few deathless days

Life it flows on
Though its flame be torn
Through time and form
Anon it is gone

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