I find a freedom in being
But to meet a human, that’s something else
I’m nothing more then my surroundings
and I play. unforeseen.
unselectively. in light.
When a sadness swallows me
I cry out stilled on a stone
all the losts, and nevers, and never agains
Till birds and seas trip me back
in the play of just being
Now, in stead of seducing human eyes
I’ll try to be for them that humble stone
the giant bird the reflecting sea
or a horse, maybe
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