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If this life is not our first, Or last, If our form small, or vast, May change in regeneration, A pauper, a prince, A butterfly, a lynx, Perhaps a giant cedarwood, I wait with eager anticipation. Would I stand tall Emmeshed in coils of quartz Attracting with my magnetic size Minds with kindred thoughts. Would I be able to live again, Held firm my Mother Earth, Would I be there, perhaps to see Each moment of each birth, As new born, held aloft for me, In closest communication, To begin this love affair with life, With hopefuls expectation. |