an intricate sea foam washed up,
the leaves and grass, infinite knowledge.
I am Me. I see
with burdened eyes
everything towering,
all below.
Bellowing out in a plain space,
empty hallow to recall.
I am the flightiness act of swallow
with abundant feathers to sore.
Washing over the pebbles of life.
I, the insect in this cocoon,
am stretching my wings,
will someday soon leave this abode.
Swimming softly through the stream,
gliding gently above the guavas,
growing up for all to see.
Yet I still remain Me.
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