markings

walking through unpaved roads, the trees, yes the trees break the ground with their roots- I am here
pacing myself, watching the clouds, the scent of cinders linger in the air, like snakes the smoke slithers but dissipates and the feeling holds me- I am here
stopping in the middle of the middle, a breeze waltzes along and the leaves with their round of applause loosen the feeling- I am here
cinders and left over rain crawling between cracks of a newly formed universe, and my soul ignites- I am here

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