Today
Today I am ancient.
I have lived for a thousand years, and things can't be helped.
My past is long and strenuous.
It's been all about one person I will probably not find in this lifetime.
Someone who will be born later, here.
Or perhaps someone who is alive now, but is measures of length away.
And it started so long ago, that it never dares me to get closer in the human way accepted.
Not today.
It's the purpose of having lived forever, or enough.
So that there is no need to learn anymore.
And when warm wind blows, it is so happy.
There is an echoing joy that resonates deeply at this time.
As if a memory of completion repeats itself each year.
I am a string that only leads to a true person.
An existence so powerful, that when I suppress it I am left with my physical need.
A hollow chest.
Is it me?
Does my DNA require it?
Does it dictate what I know?
Words.
This disc I punch my holes on,
the comb that pings across it to form the less superior way of communication.
Music box.
Maybe I've found my true joy in something.
Maybe my goal all along was to accept what I was born.
Acceptance does not lead to being alone,
the grand significant piece of the universe inside you always there.
A shard of a world shattered for all of us.
You are it.
It is stunning.
It breathes around you and lives, like you.
No strength, no friction, standard, stone.
It's simply there.
Without classification.
Beautiful.