I am the hull and the seed
The stem and the flower
Dry creek bed and flooded field
Crushed by life I am
Forged stronger than bone
Delicate as web threads in attic room
That dragonfly wings should replace a heart
Thumping wildly as the quiet morn
Aloft with a love from the coldest of fires
I am nowhere in everything
All my sounds in a hum
On fire is my soul to sing as one
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