there is this fire
it has not burned you yet
there is this rain
it has not drowned you yet
there is this wind
it has not blown you beyond death yet
there is this earth
that dries and cracks and opens itself to everything
there are four empty spaces inside my heart
all these are there undivided
no one, no one, no one, no one
ever, ever understands it, not even this body this mind this soul
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