is the end of ego
where swallowed up
is all the layers liken to self
where trees bend into metal spheres
that orbit around dragon tails
and wreaths of worn out souls
as flesh is a heavy burden
heavier still all to hold on to
beyond golden fortune, castles
and crowns, simply each other
the you I've known
and the I you once knew
these glimpses fading in each sunset
consumed by constant rotation
and severed by sharp stylus playback
for the earth's song is made of
the screams of letting go
the beating of wings
taking flight into the night
into the surrender of the mystery
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