« I have no home;
in the depths of my being I make my
home. »
Lost and wandering in a drifting wooden prison,
the streams that rock the seas are now where he belongs.
« I have no
parents;
I make the earth and sky my
parents. »
The darkness of his skin disappeared as soon as they noticed
the top of his skull could kiss the moon
and his fingers break the hills in pieces.
« I have neither life nor
death;
I make the Eternal my life and
death. »
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