FOR THE HUMAN BEING IS ONLY A REFLECTION OF THEIR SURROUNDINGS

I am like the wind

this night, unseen and biting,

as it comes striding

across the starless waste.

I am like the light

this morning, pale

and feeble, as it crawls

over the windswept ridge.

I am like the sun

this noontime, faded copper

among ragged shrouds

above the windswept ridge.

I am like the moon

this evening, bright cold

silver hiding the stars

above the windswept ridge.

I am like this midnight

of sweeping wind driving

racing clouds across chill stars

above the glimmering snow.

I am what the landscape is.

05.-06.02.2023

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