Sitting on the outer-most ring of existence

I seem to have gone missing

 

I sing and sing

but no one hears me

 

Maybe

this is the problem

 

I’ve traded my body

for all I see

 

To ocean I lose sense

and forget my self

 

to remember

and be held by the universe

 

Tempting

but foolish, isn’t it

 

When one breath

tranquilly tells me

I am no different

 

 

Eclipsed by fears and dreams, I thin

and brittle, seep into mist and tears,

treetops and rivers, soak channels through land

and valleys through mountains, wet ashes

to animates, stir seasons and rhythms,

breathing, beating, fluid

as an anemone, I am

stranded in transience, swept

by stillness

 

liminal, if I lead myself

to believe it

 

 

So I point my finger

 

and there I begin, I blink

 

and inhabit the other side

of what I know, dangling stubborn

all along the hidden horizon

 

a voice lilting in the distance

so too speaks inside my own

 

we are no different

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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