The earth’s greif
Thinks we are lovers
Joined by the hip.
Its arms constantly locked
Around my waist;
Its fingers always on my lips.
I cannot steal or free a note.
I cannot move or rest.
With my face I touch,
The gentle winds of spring;
I yearn, and I recieve.
I feel the world, my self,
Barely at my fingertips.
I savour a touch of freedom.
And yet, too far I shall remain
To steal one tender caress.
Today
I think of the possible,
Of the impossible,
And of myself.
On my two legs I stand,
Afraid
And thrilled.
Today
With fear and gratitude
I weep.
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SingulariT 