no solid food
reveals through
moods
all wind I
breathe
dances in me
nourishing cells
guiding me well
I’d like to fly
even if I die
by diving in
to loving wind
but I’m a man
who walks on sand
.
when moved by
greed
to rush seize
squeeze
I want to scream
out of this dream
stone please be
bread
or I’ll be dead
but freeze my
greed
until you seed
desires to free
humanity
with loving care
that’s always
there
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