if i were here
as air
and i left as
air
who was i then?
the vessel claims
me?
i take its shape
and it thinks that i
am it
i live in there
and it thinks i am it
funny vessel
claiming me now in
grief
for mistaking me
as its
identity....
indeed, it is miserable
not having learned much
what air is....
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