one day my words will be as the wind.
one day my face will be a fleeting moment on my children's children's faces -
perhaps when they laugh,
perhaps when they rage against this uncompromising cosmos as did their ancestor.
but right now i am here.
right now i am here to remember myself
and know that my trials are my tribulations.
right now i am here to scream my story as loud as the world can hear.
and here is my story:
i float up to the heavens in an inevitable dance like a reluctant lover,
reluctant to let go of that illusion of freedom that comes with powerlessness,
but loving the slow, warm fission with my eternal self.
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