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Kin

by Carl Sandburg, 1916

Brother, I am fire
 Surging under the ocean floor.
 I shall never meet you, brother—
 Not for years, anyhow;
 Maybe thousands of years, brother.
 Then I will warm you,
 Hold you close, wrap you in circles,
 Use you and change you—
 Maybe thousands of years, brother.

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