Monday, May 10, 2010

Let me not melt like this
and find myself no longer
me but you,
as though returning to my
very origins,
carved off from your rib.
I would halt this process
and yank on
a cord to let myself be me.
But there are such
strong forces in natures,
so much greater
than those that I master.
I am nothing
in this wind.

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