We come from the earth,
we come from Coal's legacy.
We are here,
we live.
And while we live,
we create meaning where there is none.
In Spring we sing songs of abundance,
and in Autumn
we dream dreams of Spring.
We live.
We burn in the Sun,
we rot in the fields in the rain,
we send our roots deep down
into the bedrock of existence,
and extract life from where there isn't any.
We live.
And when we die,
we carry our share of the burden of earth's sorrow under,
and allow it to turn us into coal,
till memories of the life we lived
fade into dust,
and then in death,
we burn again,
and we burn bright.
We live.
We are from the earth,
we are from Coal's legacy,
we don't live death,
we live even death.
6th December, 2023
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