Body brimming with sensations. inhabited by aches built up from ages. You are only twentytwo. But you're ancient soul, And I hurt like you. You've seen much And known much beyond what you can speak. You're bent double in the dirt, But no pained sounds scratch dry across your lips. Instead, this drumbeat. Permeating the air with your presence. Your ancient cadence and effervescence. Its ever present And it lingers Tingles tinged with nectars sweeter Converge at your coming, At your going They scatter to the four corners of the earth. At Vesper's whisper, one evening far, You'll find your star-singed edges Returning to where you are. You shall know yourself.