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Here I’ve fallen

here I stay

Wind shifts I drift away

Can’t move

Though I should

this place

I turn to wood

reach out to

feeble rays

Feet sink in

amber clay

feel them all

Return to

Finish off the rest

cause of death

forest BURNS

Ignite

Collapse

Release

turn to seed

Move on

A Breath

Of Air

turn to spore

Enter

A gap

For now

And bid our time

A particle swarm

Dispense

and

Divide

To gestate anew

On land

On Sea

In man

Pull through

infinity

Throw across

A galaxy

I coalesce

Reform

Into Something new

An essence

Begins

to stir Within

Replace

The memory

Rewrite The end

The form Imbued

Is

Called By many names

Returned

Again

flesh Of florid red

A single voice

What have I become

Diaspora