I'll assemble my body and walk again,
forge hums and OMs and talk again.
I'll rust, wafer by wafer, fall again,
be mined and minted tall again.
From egg-shells to trash to soil,
from sperm to womb to ash again.
As a priest, as yeast, as a beast, I toil
to make bread, to feed, to be fed again.
I'm a self, a body, a soul, a mind again,
a circus of senses, then divine again.
I'm an act, a thought, a desire again,
then blood or a flower on vine again.
If I am lost, I return to try again.
Forever reinvented, to die again.
I'll rust, wafer by wafer, fall again,
be mined and minted tall again.
From egg-shells to trash to soil,
from sperm to womb to ash again.
As a priest, as yeast, as a beast, I toil
to make bread, to feed, to be fed again.
I'm a self, a body, a soul, a mind again,
a circus of senses, then divine again.
I'm an act, a thought, a desire again,
then blood or a flower on vine again.
If I am lost, I return to try again.
Forever reinvented, to die again.
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