Reincarnation

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the barred windows are footnotes
i used to be a bank
what were you?

before i was Nothing
i was more Nothing
but possibly screaming
through waterfalls
particles stuck to particles stuck to
Truth

a tree sturdy and solemn
reaching into the unresponsive sky
a glass jar
transparent, fill with human breath so
Soul

a bird, there and there and there and
never here
wings as close to freedom as we get

a song
tumbling notes of the unexpected so
Life

or a star
best, a star
though a night sky of humans
would not be nearly as
Beautiful

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