You are not the you with the brunt of his words
too intricate for him to comprehend
A magnum opus to an etude
too canorous for this clamoring world of men
You are not the you that was thrown into the drink
splashing uncontrollably continuing to sink
Startling the squids, blinded by their ink
you are the you who still found strength to think
You are wind itself
rustling a reaction
from the trees that feed us life;
such is the depth of your passion
In longform they wrote
of you in ancient times
Born of ordinary circumstance
with a claim to the divine
In case you seek to attribute
these words to a tainted messenger
know this:
you are the you who keeps you glued
These truths will outlast any severance.
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