No more than a witness to a flowing energy
No more than refractions of a surrounding brilliance
I am a crooked river, but not a crooked man
I am the incense smoke flowing in a breezeless room
And now it must be that I drive myself
Out of this infirmary
To disperse throughout the air
And disappear among the clouds
May 10
May 10, 2026 at 2:41 AM UTC
No more than a witness to a flowing energy
No more than refractions of a surrounding brilliance
I am a crooked river, but not a crooked man
I am the incense smoke flowing in a breezeless room
And now it must be that I drive myself
Out of this infirmary
To disperse throughout the air
And disappear among the clouds
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