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I walk where the earth forgets itself,

where roots twist through hollow ribs of trees.

There are no voices here.

Only water carving stone,

wind pressing against dead bark.

I will drift—

weightless, untethered—

and vanish with the ash.

This world strangles thought in gold and static.

I am drowning in comfort,

starving for truth.

Let me flee

into the forest’s mouth.

Let me feel before I disappear.

The soil does not ask who I am.

The river does not care where I go.

I have abandoned faces,

their hunger for mirrors,

their need to name what fades.

Let them feast on gold and laughter.

Let them kneel before the altars they carve.

I will drift—

weightless, untethered—

and vanish with the ash.

Stay

I am gone

you must stay

I was never really there

I know your name

I have none

You are bound

I claw at shadows, lost and torn

No one leaves.

I will drift

You will fall. My world can hold you, safe and still

You’re worlds a cage, I am free

you're a fool, the weight of freedom breaks the weak.

I stand my ground

Winds even yield.

Not my soul.

You’ll fade before the light can die

So will I. I will gain

You will fail

The earth will swallow all I am

Your will is dust.

I will stand.

The wind will scatter what you've built

I won't care, I will not break.

You will kneel.

And vanish on an empty path

I’ve shed names like dead skin

Let the wind take what’s left

Flies worship what rots.

Smoke rises from scorched fur.

I breathe it in.