Who

I am not a human,I am a field

I am a tear that wends a detour to the lips

finding quietus at last within my lap.

I am the exhale ere sleep

I am the stride that abridges the distance between today and tomorrow.

I am the auroral mist, the cold touch upon the skin.

I am the heartbeat of the Telluric deep 7.83 HZ

I am the tributary that never meets the main.

I am neither the enigma nor the key, but the liminal space between.

I am the portal left unlatched, the numinous grace behind.

I am the nocturne yearning for the solstice ray.

I am the shore awaiting the aeon’s tide.

I am the evanescent craving the perpetual.

I listen

I abide

I witness

I become

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