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I am given choise
Two things exist
a grain of sand
a seed
a cell
and a tangled thread, its pattern, unknown.
As man stands
bird cries
or the tare of a wand[[??]]
or splitting of the sky
or a rainbow full blown
Two things exisit
my lineage unknown
like over grown woods
and stumbling around I am given choise
I cannot know [[strikethrough]]my innocents [[strikethrough]]
my innocents
my mold