Look where we are now.
We can't see each other,
we can't sense each other's pain,
or hold out hands to touch fingers. Hold.
It's as if our seas have walls
and will they ever merge?
And spread their liquid limbs,
spread their limbs around our different lands,
spread themselves around me.
I have thoughts:
I could unfold my pale suns, my pale hands
and then spill it in the breeze,
spread my smooth and shining skin to hold us in,
hold us in.
You should treasure me.
I could embrace you all,
I could smother you with pearls,
I have enough tears to wash away the pain
and enough soil to build again.
You have used and abused...
You have used and abused!
Call me, call me,
call me mother, call me!
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