Breath Sand

Eyes glance, then pass,
Words fade, they crash.
Fingers reach, then pull,
I fade, I dull.
Eyes close, I'm full.

They speak, I fade,
I break, I trade.
No warmth, no sound,
I sink, unbound.

No mask, no lie,
No truth, no try.
I stand, I break,
I feel, I shake.
No name, no flame,
I am unmade.

They watch, they wait,
No hand, no fate.
Their eyes, a mask,
A truth they ask.
But I am bare.

They speak, I fade,
I break, I trade.
No warmth, no sound,
I sink, unbound.

No mask, no lie,
No truth, no try.
I stand, I break,
I feel, I shake.
No name, no flame,
I am unmade.

No guide, no plan,
I breathe, I stand.
A voice that calls,
A breath that claims.
I awake.

No face, no chase,
I stand, no trace.
No name, no flame,
I’m free, untamed.
I am awake.

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