I am carried safely on shoulders
High above earthly ground
That is how I can reach out with
My arms to past and future bound
Time, tied together as
Sheaves of eternity
All trees are silent in unison
Fused with familiar terrain
I left crumbs behind
All of them will once disappear
Maybe I'm lost
Or the birds were ahead of me
Maybe I imagine everything
And it is my silence that I hear
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