finding the blue book                              
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                                    drink                                       
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i remember water                                                                
being the first being                                                           
to take the living promise,                                                     
its infinite faith                                                              
coming back in endless cycles                                                   
to inform us of who we are                                                      
and that we come from,                                                          
return to, one.                                                                 
                                                                                
i remember the vow i took                                                       
in the corner of an ancient galaxy                                              
as our horizon rose into                                                        
the golden sun,                                                                 
this hope to serve,                                                             
to stand and speak for life,                                                    
to come back after all these years                                              
wandering in the wilderness                                                     
and help to keep                                                                
the holy fire.                                                                  
                                                                                
i remember how i died,                                                          
late at night and the moon                                                      
watching dutifully this wide meadow,                                            
how i was laid bare                                                             
by all that we have done,                                                       
utterly broken on a steel bench,                                                
blown by gods breath                                                            
way beyond any time,                                                            
then brought back to tell it,                                                   
these tiny fragments of a truth,                                                
caught in one cosmic birthcry of                                                
unconditional love.                                                             
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