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Oct 2014
I come into being through
The tips of leaves
And transmit through roots into
The Earth

My planetary patience
Moves mountains
Without a whisper

I carve canyons
With my breath
And digest continents
In my bile

I come out of being through
Knowledge
And return to it through
Wisdom
Christian Reid
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Christian Reid
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