Micah, your pens are like lenses
Natalja, your hands are like birds
Justin, your songs are like
drowning then breathing,
like speech before words
I could be in a primordial sea
growing legs where
my fins used to be,
with you the brew that my
new cells use like glue
We all need a bigger hand to hold onto
We see the transparent vision
We feel the transparent form
We breathe before our mouths open
We spoke before we were born
Because we were there when the first big hole did tear,
points ascribed to what
once was nowhere
So we will make, we will mend
more than we break,
because we remember being
flotsam in the wake

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