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A changeling spirit,
constantly evolving,
revolving around an inner core,
spinning forth legend and lore,
stories and lives
as I come to grips
with who and what I am,
have been and may be.
I am a phoenix:
rising ever above and beyond!

Dinosaurus

Oceanic dinosaurs no longer float--
how could they ever have?
Steel is heavy, it must have sunk
even then.
Water only comes in trickles now.
Washing all away
come monsooning, but
even then,
it's sand-eaten, no time to float
anything, anywhere.
Too hot to touch.
Even scorpions die in
poisoned shade.
Skeletal reminders warn there is
no succor within.
Even then,
naysayers will argue.
The heat remains, the sands
are endless
and the living
still die. We are all
but living dinosaurs.

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