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You approach me at dawn

and stoop to free me

from the salty sand

Then take me home

because you think

I am beautiful

But I often wonder

if you only know of beauty

what you can see in the Moment

There are pages and volumes

of history and prehistory

linking you to me

and on to distant stars

Those books go largely unread

by your kind

Who think you are Master

of the Now

Inspired by imaginary spirits

who will never reveal themselves

Because you have created them

without studying origins

of substance and chemicals

The real beauty

the real longevity

begins and ends in that pursuit