To be close is within proximity
To be afar is only a moment
A foreign land with no visa
A human on the earth
Resisting dog tags asking
Only for music and language
Transformation and if
To step out of the cocoon
We find the wings wet
Waiting to dry and still
Only one soul with two wings
When does the spirit fly
How long until the connection
Grabs hold and enters
A doorway of flowers and sun
Even when the moon is awake
Do we still long for this
Relative neighbors
A counting of timeless
Stories having yet to be
Spoken or told
Sitting on the rocks
Tall grass at our feet
Asking the wind to
Comprehend our
Individual depth
Immeasurably broken
Woven together by
Earth and stone
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Poétique 