I

I was there, you know, in

your beginning.

I was there when you were clay,

when you were untapped oil.

When you were a pile

of powder and plaster.

 

I will not stake a claim

by cliché or Harlequin.

We are too old for that, anyway,

too evolved and transcending.

 

I was there and you remember?

In your beginning?

(If not for the me, and the us…)

Why are You now?

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