Compass of my morality
love and freedom
polish me like the noon day sun
inhaling the invisible breath of universe
when I'm absent I'm laying as an infant
into the vortex of my mind
I exhale the dust of death
suddenly everything is turning back to me
part of this is the heart of the dream
wait patiently the world spins everything back
I think patient is a hard work when you're in an aged world
newborn breeze fading my soul away
sometimes the taste of my tounge is the only memory I recall
I am the absence of presence
I am the reality of now
thank you
love
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