to breathe through the winds
and to fly like the birds
to kiss the floating cloud
and to wave to the swinging trees
fling away to the left and
fling away to the right
cast doubts away and get to flight
what goes out is what comes in
buttons and wires are but part of it
and so are emotions and feelings
energy gushes out of my left hand
that would have the amazon thinking
reeling thoughts or the bursting heart
steely nerves or the bending grass
thundering typhoon or the silent center
seismic waves or the bottomless abyss
purpose or no purpose
the question is trivial
in the context of everything,
the alpha is but the omega
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