osmosis

falling from a darkened grey sky

splashing upon a lush green earth and

onto our  skin,

liquid drops of memories

born unto a gathering far

away, motions gone through

in collectives far removed

from us.

yet they sink into our skin

as we stand, rooted to the

same earth,

our faces staring upward toward

the weeping sky.

osmosis personified,

drenched in dreams of

our sisters and brothers.

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