i am shook from the sky, fire from the stars
i am death that lives, the outline of a world
i am thought unthought, on the brink of myself
i am hurtling straight up, breaking the atmosphere
i am light in form, a shoulder of illumination
i am a vast, unclaimed forest at the edge of nowhere
i am wind that remembers, distance that knows
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