THE BONES OF OUR EXISTENCE

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THE BONES OF OUR EXISTENCE

If there’s an archaeology of the book, then the beginnings are deep under the surface,

under the soil.

~  J.M. Cortez

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Every moment cannot be the poem

No matter what the poets say

Just like the idea of black & white

Everything is gray

We are cities of words we are

Oceans made of language & voices

We are merely the beginning

But always the end

We are the stories told & handed

Down from one generation

To the next

The bones of our own existence

The chance to start again

Without any heroes or myths

But with beauty, love, grace

And compassion

A story worthy

Of being

Alive

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