I am driftwood
drinking the Pacific from the back of my mother
trying to smother the hunger
to be more than an other
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I am rain dance
opportunity blisters the sky colorfully
scorched from the steam of me
conifer trees breathe with me
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I am rising
branches triumph upwards to glimpse
how even Icarus told my name to the sun
though the moon ate it once
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I am languageless
tongueless, nameless, please say less
none and all know me now–
cycling transcendence
About the Creator
R.C. Taylor
I write to invoke, to process, to honor, to resurrect, and—sometimes—to grieve but, above all, I write to be free.
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Ouufff that last stanza you added really brought it all together. This is transcendence.