this one

of what is, I am not

fading whispers clouded dreams

I hang my hands from this tree I am.

swaying in the winds

I am a wind chime burning in the winter bleed

Look I am young again ! I have eyes that know the trees

Each name

I was caught and then flung forward again

Searching. Yearning. Wanting

Forgetting: all that I am and ever was and ever will be, is all contained in this pencil point

.I am a moment

I am my own memory and my own wish

My own future and my own birth

Widening circles I hide my face to find my name:

Come find me

Author: K L

Just having a human experience like everyone else.

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