What Mark
We are birds upon the ocean
briefly burning stars
Leaves between the branch and bracken
tumbling through the air
These hands can make a city or
destroy it at a stroke
What shall the moving finger write
what mark upon the face of time
what stain or beauty shall we make
when landed there?
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