I feel like trying to unload.
on a shot
it twists into the wind
wrestling away from gravity like hydrogen
it moves amongst the stars too
i am going there
it shall happen quietly without warning
and cold is the frame
lifts up and glides
cherishing the freedom
of lonelyness
and guile
leaps upon the the broken man and raizes
the ground beneath shakes with delight
it is upon this wind the soul can glide and become part
of the instance
of the yearning
of the lost dreams and found realities
it is here
no more alone than anything
nothing is left untouched
and it is growing
an organism full of...
and it ends
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