and frightens
and the weight on my chest
turns butterflies into desert lands
and rivers flow through
arms to heart
shepherds and farmers sit to drink
my isolated soul,
but not because I'm away
from you or may never see again
the drunken night
or shaking star's illusion
that distance is not time
and time not space
but the spirit comes to me
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