Give, Given

thousand stone silver haired angel
plummets to the ground
from his bowels
life
and as it surrounds
his dying body he whispers

if you call yourself a human
hold on to this heart
this flag and fight

dance in the springtime wind
when you dance
dance in the mirror

grow color as flowers
in your soil, in your mud
with your water, with your sun

be as a drizzle on a river
as a flame in a fire
as a feather on an eagle

don’t be hard rock
it breaks only once
be soft silky sand

don’t be a diamond
be the pressure
that makes diamonds

and when you die
die with a body worn
with a soul full
and from your bowels
sprout
life again

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