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"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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