What did we remember?

There is gray in my hair.
Recovered from pain
in autumn waters.
Recovered from beauty
when it first sprang.
And at the end, recovered
from death to the bone.
All creation changed.
Coming and going, entangled.
The nearest thing
to being alive.

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