embracing my road
and fairies and fog,
i cannot be present
in vagueness
as i am born and will die
in blood and in breath,
scintillating in now
rooted in eternity
not a vessel of clay
round and empty,
but fluid myself
i don't know where i will go
i cannot hold
moments nor memory
nor you nor self
nor can i give a name
to love or to days.
we branch from stars
a long song and silence
radiating through skin
touching all
with infinite wings
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