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Ages, silvered ancient...trillobites...scrawled
Ocean mud. Forever-time. Fossils.
Mother. Why did you not call me? Towel-off
Sand?
Bathe salt from my skin? Cleanse me of
Time?
Waves, teasing mountains...Himalayas...
Scratching waters' nicknames.
Father. Answering my question, 'What do you
See out that window? ' with, 'Look, girl.'
Did you trust me to see? Did you trust my
Sight?
Tectonics, movers...moving...Pangea...
Lava...oceanic ridges...lava. Always.
Brother. Why did you not call me...your son
Died. Why does your heart shift? Now,
Do you feel the the Earth shifting?
Winds, soft, seducing, contesting waves
For words upon the stone...which will
Conquer?
Sister. I never had...answer me. Do I want
Your answers? Should I listen?
When have you become the' Mother'?
Are you the Mother...
My Sister?
elysabeth faslund
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