MAN IN THE WIND
Like a strand of breath,
Caught on the lips of the wind
That can be had but not kept,
Like a dream in the night,
Wandering the wary paths of sleep,
True, but donned in illusion,
Are you, man in the wind.
Far away, from a far,
Your shadow weaves a storm
That leaves no reason standing.
From within me
Your presence ignites a furnace
That uproots resistance by the mile.
In my memory you sometimes sway,
But never fall, man in the wind.
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