Death proves the body exists
As an assemblage of the soul
And though ephemeral
They must meet again
Somehow to resurrect it all
The passion and the pain
And be a solid object in the world
Three stones I took home
From the shore and glazed
Them with my tears amazed
The body is so delicate a thing
To hold so tightly to
That even after dying
It can sway and sing
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