even as i sing

it is in (considering) that vastness, stretching out
unknown in every direction
where i can sink or swim
soar, or find my wings caked in mud

spin, spin, spin away

i am a single tear glistening
the breeze cooling my cheek
heart breaking if i remember impermanence
and (falsely) believe it is all there is

it is the vastness, endless

a space beyond hours, a place no flesh sighs
closer, closer than a breath, always near
even for a life lived one hundred years

where my soul resides
even as i sing into the first rays
of morning

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