The Ecphorizer
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Why is there no air in the wide sea? All the narrow air,
Narrow, stangulating air above me, Isn't my share.
I cannot escape where there are bubbles, Underwater, or where there are drops,
Aboveground, suspended, where we breathe to grow and to extert mastery.
There is no kindness in me, least of all that which is eldest, among kin,
Who have known one another forever, loved without knowing, And known everything.
I have no purposes that leach in toward the sun Or are beaten outward by the solar wind,
Heated particles now frozen, driven To infinity in entropy,
But am a slighter creature, superheated, Cooled till dead,
Enough to fill a cookie pan and feed, And so be put to bed.
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