Remember Story
'So who are you? '
'Your shadow.'
'Who's shadow? '
'Yours.'
'Who am I? '
'My shadow.'
Fists smashing glass into billions of bits of glittering dust,
wandering dust,
blowing lightly upon the breeze of my breath,
I inhale it in wonder and feel warmth.
My lungs shredded quietly and cleanly,
the warmth inside me spreads,
Slowly it is easier to realize that I am dying,
I am going home.
'Who am I now? '
'You are the same.'
'The same as what? '
'The same as me.'
'Who are you? '
'Will you be surprised? '
'Perhaps.'
'The same as you.'
'Surprise.'
Glimmering evanescent starscapes floating by me,
like dreams of a thousand lakes reflecting the sky,
I am floating away from the warmth,
The coal grows dim and then blackens
The fire douses itself in the wind.
'Is this what happened to me? '
'No.'
'Why do you show it to me? '
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poem by Poet Dragon
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