Old Woman on the Beach

	I sit crosslegged under the moon
	Unto myself
	Complete.
	My substance went out
		a few men
	A few women
		certain children
	Now  it  is back with me.
	
	I sit  crosslegged under the moon
	Unto myself
	Now.
	I am  back where I  have been
	Aways
		no better
			no worse
				no different.
	So.
	I like the smell here
	It roars in my nostrils.
	The salt
		the  rot
			the sweetness
	
	All the mess  of birth
		afterbirth
	And death
		aftermath
	All  equal and dissolved
	Its breath
		my breath
	In
		out
			in
	Out.

									

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