The wild winds tossed and swayed
Me like debris on the sea
I leap and bow, to and fro
To the fierce world
My wild search in vain
Hunger and anger wildly
Growing in my garden.
The world scoff and laugh
At my clasp of air or nothingness
I am no ingrate
To be happy the wind's breath
Passed through my nostrils
And my rib cage in constant motion
A straight neck upon a living shoulder
They say, one day adorns a gold pendant.
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