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Remnants

Remnants

I want whole, holy oceans
to become sounds,
to still rivers,
streams,

streams that go dry
for lack of rain.
Rain that doesn't fall
for days.

I want to be a cure for pain.
I want to be an antidote for agony
to so many,
ensure whole waves of beings
make it to their feet,
feet more capable of walking,
running,
climbing trees,
able to escape
tsunamis of emptiness
when they come.

I want to be more able than I am
to make dams,
to solidify bed walls,
to repair the ecosystems necessary
to support joyful existence.

I want to be a good person,
to be weightless,
to float
on a wide and wild
tumbling sea,
to take
all of the hurt
of all of those
beautiful, peculiar,
whole feeling people
under the skin of me,
swallow it down
hold it in,
under left breast,
under right hip,
condense it,
reduce it,
set the remnants free.
Written by ImperfectedStone (The Gardener)
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