The moon plays with clouds
another nightingale daydreams
splendid notions in a night of motion.
We're going to lose ourselves in the struggle for
birth and life.
I wonder if your back again, already
born again to some quick breeding creature
or maybe waiting to be born somewhere warm
where we wait.
I'm right here my old life
knowing that life is a bit more complicated than I ever imagined
no more myself and you are still being you uncomplicated
not some confused human
And I hope
your life as bee or buffalo, a tree or a tiger
will be better than the one I am still clinging on to.
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