When we were cursed

we versed ourselves in tidals.

When we were bound

we found ropes reached the sky.

When we were racked

we hooked our hands on mountains.

When we were burned

we learned that life is a flame.

Ane when they said

that we were dead, we bled

into the rain that feeds us all,

and called

ourselves the future,

seeking farther, farther,

and we were born

again, again, again....