made

Feb 21, 2010 15:46

there is a story waiting to take form
a drifting seed waiting to perch, find earth, and grow
the birth and death of stars spin tales in our atoms
i am a phenomenon anticipating a phenomenon
i am love and hope and the maker of things that are human

--no question,
however indifferent our particles,
we are made of love

poetry

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