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Many and Great

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I’m sorry

There are other things

Wildfires

Wars

Rising oceans

More than tides

Allow

What nature does

What we do

While the Earth permits

Until it can’t

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And I’m concerned

With how

I feel

Even mortally

(with room for veniality

as well)

I am one

How many are you?

You seem more to me

As if a company

Resides

Inside your wall of flesh

Behind your eyes

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And I suppose it’s true

We each might be

Many souls

Maybe carried through

The ages

Or simply facets of

What splits

From our encounters

Here and now

And what remains

Beside our spirits

Mainly

As we become

Like growing jewels

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When permitted,

Like layers

Added to the pearl

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