From being stewed here
Together in life's spiced pot
We begin to share
The orthographic phoneme
But i think still more germaine
Origin of dust
Denominator common
Yet with meaning lost
Until the grave dust us, we
Single note in time's hist'ry
When the pot begins
To sing again, blending us
Soul and mission sweet
Single soup of harmony
Stirring tastebuds to exult
All consonants one
All vowels an accent change
All emotions merged
For we feel and die as man
We live but as creation
Let need arrange us
Into semantic desire
Love is motion in fire
The candle burning to deliver
Giver singing for lover
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D for dream I choose
Recluse imagination shines
Emitting echoes
Ancestral harmony sweet
Meaning in song, dance in feet.
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