we were made low
ashes in the mouth
dust to earth to dust to fire
finding brothers we didn't know we had
lost sisters paled by the empty noon
we were made low
and saw what was missing
the pain of a hollow
fullness seared
a rich vacancy
we were made low
for a moment
seized with common
pulse and possibility
we were
then
and
now?
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