is a name but a name? has it not the power to relentlessly show the way.
a name is not but a name...i have seen it sway
the rose is synonymous to itself, me to me.
i define beauty with spirit, not in relation to ugly.
is my name just a name? did he send it to me?
is my name her's too? did i know we were to meet?
is her name my destiny? the cloud which roams the land?
is my name the lightening? the stroke that lights up the sky?
is her name not mine? is she not me?
my cheek dents; the left, as i smile...
yet her's; the right knows glee!
my pursed lip looks distorted,
i pursue
i break open the barrier, and still wonder which way to move
my mind afloat on that grain of straw
the body unable to swim.
if she is not me
i am not her.
but still i see
a fish or a log, fly across the sky...
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