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I am not of this tale,
nor of this fleeting time,
my feeling is a wind.
The soul in me is fermenting
rising, vivacious,
I am not of this story.
My being carries the firmament,
among the stars I am unlaz'd,
my feeling is a wind.
I travel along paths without lamentation,
free as a wise raptor,
I am not of this story.
I feel tangles of thought
in a body so capable,
my feeling is a wind.
The eternal vibrates in me,