i am not stone,
not river, not fire, not sky,
but i am the echo in all of them—
again, again, i become.
truth is a thread i unspool,
weave, unravel, knot, cut,
yet it never leaves my hands—
again, again, i become.
yesterday was smoke.
tomorrow is a door.
today? today i walk barefoot through both—
again, again, i become.
nothing owns me,
not name, not time, not flesh,
only the pulse of becoming—
again, again, i become.
some call it faith,
some call it madness,
i call it breathing forward—
again, again, i become.
when i leave,
i will not be gone,
only rewritten in wind—
again, again, i become.
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