Ignite not,
My memory,
I want to sleep.
I want not to wake,
I realize the activities
Of this world.
But I am not tired,
I know the hollows,
I know the echoes.
I know I am not you,
I am what I am here
For truth.
I have my own
Aerial roots.
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