Roll, roll away from me
That little ball, kernels, down solid string
I feel the fingers invert
Nails digging into green skin
You push and pull, and I just want to ask
Is it the same? With me, are you
Divine in the sense of illumination
Your tongue cannot get me back
And now, I watch and I say over and over
How the wind blows ever onwards
But I no longer feel weightless
There is nothing worse than being
Tied down by butterflies
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