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[shilohrage-blog]

I Am They

I am They Split into particles My parts dispersed My heart is versed In transcending your lines.

I am They A tiny universe Complex and diverse Split into particles I’m stars, gods, and grapevines.

I am They I am the blurred face The censored word The shattered vase The caged bird.

I am They An age-old mountain Stranded in once cold Melting snow on rolled hills too tall to hide.

I am They A frozen water fountain Allowed a slow thaw Frost feasts on me raw I’m recalled in young minds.

I am They Split into particles I’ve been And I stay In the sidelines of the blind.