Soundless, all quiet they came,
faster than lightning strikes,
racing northwards like a plague,
straight from the deeps to the skies,
straight through the rock and the dirt,
through the forces of life and of death,
straight through the first cries of newborns
and the terminal patient's last breath.
This is how they have remade me.
This is how they made me see.
This is how I came to see what is there
– within all of them as in me.

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