I can see you are
just a feather like me
animated by unrests
currents of will we call wind
in all its wild meanderings
and vague in-your-windows
(I couldn’t help myself)
which is the part you played
keeping me cosmic in orientation
with no clear nationality
no recognizable race
retaining our nomadic roots
disguised as motes in sunlight
so no one will notice
our transmutations
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