Humankind’s Song
Moments of waking
begin to visit me.
I become fresh as a baby.
Joy runs out of me
and soaks the ground green.
A new identity
that is my own and yet
unknown to me.
A welcome stranger.
An original self, ah,
replenishes me.
Gladly, I change.
©Susa Silvermarie 2026
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