For Never Young by Dah Helmer

Everything grows old

as if never young

above, in sky,

below, in earth,

wind and seeds and trees

 

We have been conjured from

many spells

a crying or a hunger

that burns dark then bright

inside

rooted in woman

first water, first sounds

 

Say our journey when young

remembering

we spun stardust into bones

Say our journey when old

remembering

we have grown out of many

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