Welcome self.

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It's all for what? The tired, weightless leather bottoms
of my body know the near million that could say
they've carried me. At the very least, they've carried
me. No one to hold, but in the vast sprawls of
bedding and cool spinning air there are moments
worth living, moments of my unharnessed self
waiting to be strewn about the mind fields of
seasonally felled wheat. Waiting patiently for
the weightlessness to carry itself upon a journey,
no matter how untold.
It's all for what? When these fields are burned by
a rain of desert sands, creating in me a callous of
irreparable change. I can see, amid the tree line,
the shadow of fear dancing, fingers woven tightly
to thistles of the forest floor. Offer it light.
Offer it the undoings.
Offer it the uncompressed self before it is
stripped away and thrown to the harrowed land.