this thick air, these wings, lifting --
am i cloud, can i know the sky?
soar in darkest night, stars see me?
this hard earth, these feet, every footfall --
I walk in mud, press soft clay
to darkest loam, where worms have wept.
this water, these eyes, looking around --
I watch the wave, rolling with sea
into darkest blue, where whales dive deep.
ghost fire, ghost thoughts, they burn me --
yearning passion, can i sear as light?
rise in darkest smoke, where sparks are free?
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