When I was the shadow of the willow tree, the sun had no agency over me.

The blades I gathered up withing the the inky black, were mine, for a time.

I still wasn't free. Maybe I'll never be.

It's all about the life within life, here but unseen.

Atoms like stars and galaxies traveling in streams.

I am floating between, the droplet of water and the breathe of the scream.

I was never satisfied with rebirth.

I only ever wanted to be a dolphin in sea.

I'm not there yet. Maybe I'll never be.