Oh,
be I,
the wind.
Altered by such,
I have been.
Seen,
such as akin.
Akin,
to lightning,
twas this.
Twas,
forever such.
This,
wind which seeks,
to conquer.
Which,
seeks to be,
this golden whisper.
For,
wind reverberates the water,
within.
Seeks,
to be alchemy in one's,
hand.
Be I,
this ancient magician.
This,
which alters existence.
Which,
becomes such.
Becomes,
the altered one.
Oh second,
which I hold dear.
Oh second,
be my every whim.
Oh second,
be I you?
This,
time which constantly,
becomes new?
That,
shall never truly be?
That,
shall simply cease?
Twas,
forever a moment,
to simply,
be...
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