summer surrender
the breeze washes over my bare legs
the trees sing their own song in the sky outside my window
i sway into the notes as if a stream wrapping round rock
when i am cut off from the everchanging seasons, i suffer
my blood thickens like mud
my mind begins to clutter, thoughts falling away like flies dropping from a carcass into the rank mud
my vision circles back and fades early
but when reconnected to the bright sky
to the undammed streams
and the wind
and the soil
and the sand
and the heat
and the shadow
i am limitless
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- 09.07.08 / 5pm
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