Wind drapes silk across my shoulders.
The hand that plucks the flower pressed the brow.
A soul rides air
shadowed by the body,
my heat and I a thousand
li
apart.
If the heart so inclines, do as the gods.
My journey’s a thunderbolt
untouched by dust
through deep black caves.
Each quivering wing
flees beyond foliage.
Everything that soars
reborn; every life
beyond recall, already formed,
so many spirits sown
within me, how lightning
awaits its storms.
This fragrance, these flower stems,
reaching.
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