Clear
To the stars I return and from my
mouth I fall.
Longing to be home - never saying
what I feel.
Through the roots I triumph and from
my mind I fear.
Joining a commune of spirits - never
trusting what I know.
Inhaling ice and breathing fire.
Two sides of the same line -
Connected through it all but never
once greeting the other.
Becoming dust and destined for the ride.
To a place that seems familiar but
unrecognizable,
And home is in my soul.
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