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Ways
My world is a shadow
kissing the earth with cold lips
my world is an echo
in rooms of quiet longing.
The breath that passed
has long departed
lesv,ing trailless streams of memory
across my scarred breast,
my warmth
my projection of heartlessness,
sharp cries from the gutter of draining hope
carried upon s.wift winds
contesting' dreams withvisiQl'ls_ .,
lost in whirlwinds which spin 'at the edges of infinity.
Flowerless weed in soft mud are wonderful to me,
my toes join earth in ethereal unity
which Q thousand 'Years could never shadow.
My mind loves all 'the smells of joy
the smell of all things.
amI departed and returned in an instant
My body is meaningless as only flesh can be
in ruined soil.
The sun rises and shines endlessly upon its endlessness
and the stillness of alone
is heard with quiet ear.
my heart is Svwearyyinsgtillbranches sweep across a dusty sky
There are wathyes. horizon bleeds its myste"ry at dusk.
