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chances on years

turn my head away
from the thoughts
empty endless numbers reaching
infinity skies and space
toward suns
breaking into pieces
to stay safe and warm
wrapped in wind and water
transformed
a mountain
rivers trees beehives
on my skin
i breathe or i sleep
running further away from standing still
two feet two legs two knees
i will grow my hair and my beard
till there are no distinguishing sounds