no solid food
reveal through
moods
all wind I
breathe
dances in me
nourishing cells
guiding me well
I’d like to fly
even if I die
by gliding in
a guiding wind
but I’m a man
who walks on sand
when moved by
need
to rush seize squeeze
I want to scream
free from this
dream
stone please be
bread
or I’ll be dead
but grow my greed
explode to seed
desires to free
humanity
with loving care
we breathe
through air
divinity’s
here when we feel
we are all one
is truly real
while we adore
who’s by our
doors
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