my breath rising into a soft ethereal mist
as it is forced out of my body to merge with the air
vaporizing in ghostly circles, touching the unseen body of the wind
as she rushes to sway, bend, tear, break the millions of barriers barring her way.
Carry my soul in your rage,
Let it taste its wanderlust, leave on my memory
A hundred embedded scents, a thousand grains of sand rubbed away from my eyes,
The monkey-ing spirit now meditates in the dark damp cave, satisfied.
Immerge out of the dark whirlpool of waters,
The mist of a thousand breaths clinging onto you
The shadows collaborating with the solid darkness
A millennium of shapes- your imaginations cue.
Left alone with the elemental song,
The world sinks in its dusty grave,
Your dew; my skin; its all the same,
My breath; your wind; our hearts raging flame.
Wash over me and scatter my soul with yours,
Dust and leaves, what a journey we sing!
Wash over me, my dark figure disappearing,
Its still here but in the rain you will see, we are one and together unseen…
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