The Intangible Self

You are the enchanted elixir

 

Flowing through the vessels

 

Like a molten ghost

 

You are the perpetual verge

 

between past and future,

 

the margin amid

 

what could be, and what will be

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You are the alpine meadow

 

And the cherry orchard

 

You are the evergreen forest

 

And the gentle breeze

 

You are the hidden, moonlit lake

 

And the agent of wishes

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You are the painted warrior

 

Elegant and fierce

 

Lurking in the shadows

 

With your weapons at the ready

 

You are the first and the last breath

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You speak not with words

 

Though you do have something to say

 

The harder one listens

 

The fainter you become

 

You are discrete, unforeseeable

 

yet always relentless

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You gather together the hopes made in silence

 

and the dreams that will never come true

 

You are the vault of the sky 

 

And the plunging satellite

 

Slashing the atmosphere for an instant