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Jul 18, 2006 00:51

the wind finds itself
finds me
in the most inescapable hiddeness
lost
but not by the wind, found
but not by the sadistic tide
wind
shelteres from the rapids above
and i am found.

the wind is lost within me
safe
from the dead calm
alive
but only as long as life is lived, dead
but only as long as the next wind rises
above
there is no limit to inescapable hiddeness
the rapids wake, starved and hunger-striken
falling into the deep, i am consumed
submerged
converged
and i become nothing.

no one finds nothing, not even
wind
that sustains me, fails me
cradles me
as though i was a leaf, lulled into the sky
which falls
when the wind fails to breathe life into me
and i plummet from the highest meridien,
to the lowest crater of earth, i am found
by six feet of soil.
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