The Fifth Element-Peti Element
Bespoken by earth
I could no longer
No longer stand in the epitaph ground
I had to move into the grain
Squatted in its growth torn by its side
I felt it filling me from top to bottom
And the slide the grain and I thrice breathed
And the slide the grain and I thrice moved
And the slide the grain and I thrice signed
Bespoken by water
I could no longer
No longer stand in the epitaph ground
I had to move into the drop
Spherically kissed by a water edge
I felt its tear falling down my cheek
Toll falling chant of all the rains in it
And the storms the dropp and I thrice breathed
And the storms the dropp and I thrice moved
And the storms the dropp and I thrice signed
Bespoken by fire
I could no longer
No longer stand in the epitaph ground
I had to move into the flame
Touched by the thousands of its tongues
I felt its words the speech of the whole world
And the dust the flame and I thrice breathed
And the dust the flame and I thrice moved
And the dust the flame and I thrice signed
Bespoken by the wind
I could no longer
No longer stand in the epitaph ground
I had to walk though the treetops
Read off by the life line from its wounded leaf
I felt its hurt whispered into my palm
Ash rustling chant so light and dry
Like the air the tree and I thrice breathed
Like the air the tree and I thrice moved
Like the air the tree and I thrice signed
I am the fifth element
Walking in the wind
Pouring in the drop
Licking the flame
Filling the ground
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poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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