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You Are the Wind

 


Unable to 

touch the 

beginning of 

things,

roots buried 

so deep. 

It takes 

muscle memory 

and childlike 

persistence

to dig them up.

 

And when, 

they are so cold. 

And when,

They are so old,

And when,

They’re bought and sold. 

And so it goes. 

And so it goes. 


Understand. 

It's not always 

about leaving 

a place, 

about leaving family—

No.

Exile is a place 

Of leaving 

you, 

is family 

gone,

Until 

you are unknown.


And then, 

You are so cold. 

And then,

You are so old,

And then,

You’re bought and sold. 

And so it goes. 

And so it goes. 

 

Losing the burden 

of yourself: 

You are the wind.

You are the wind.



(C) 2024 BMI

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