Original Dust (For Nick)

some people, a very few,
are born in a way,
allowing them to
continually be born...
bearing the seeds of revolution,
far before they know the sound.
becoming ever more conscious,
light revealed before thought dark.
to find that age and time,
bring forth the child again.
and the more time passes,
the more the need to be simple.
returning to the land,
made of original dust!

poem by Eric Cockrell
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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