"In the World"
Alone I enter and alone I shall return.
My bones remember the first time I walked through these fields
And my blood sings like the robin in the dewy morning.
Leaves get caught in my hair,
Dirt is caked on my feet, and the
Sand stings my eyes.
Stars make constellations in my skin and the
Moon has bathed my lashes into beams of sunlight.
The ocean fills my body, my blood turning to salt, and the
Currents pulse beneath my fingertips. Even so, I enter the lingering
Twilight, the
Ice in my veins screaming in protest.
But still I want more.
So I move on, lingering like a
Ghost at the fringes of the universe; one foot
Sinking in the pit of mortality, the
Other burning with longing. Long I have wandered the
Earth, looking for something to make me
Whole. To conquer something and to make it
Mine.
Long ago,
I set out to absorb the world, but instead,
It consumed me.
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