One Shape - Poem by Sean Godley
As winds of Eden heave within the trees,
We’ll breathe unrhythmic breaths, born in the storms.
As streams of Babylon slice to their seas,
We’ll drench our drying throats, and bless their forms.
As fruit will dropp from the branch in time’s demand,
We’ll eat and sow their seeds to soils of wealth.
As pestilence will rack the purest land,
Disease will sometimes drain through our good health.
Thoughts, like lovers, excite but soon turn stale,
Like air, bare beer, and feeling for the flesh.
Though gusts will hush, and waters dry their trail,
In unborn lands they’ll rush and run afresh.
With just one shape we sing and drink and love,
Before we drown in earth, then heave above.
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