Bound, thistledown and seed, we floated, crashed, grew, withered.
Bound still after death, we changed. Transformed.
We searched for, found each other, in every next life:
Bee and flower, bound by pollen.
Anemone and fish, bound in shelter, nutrients.
Woman and man, bound, bound, bound by lifelong love.
Lifetimes passed.
Then, eventually, our world faltered.
Skies rained ruin.
Living things perished.
This life would be our last.
Dogged, everbound, we adapted:
Bones into silky down;Synapses into sprout.
Back to thistledown. Back to seed.
We sailed winds skyward toward Eternity.
Now, we float above the killing clouds, undying, forever bound.
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