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This is not me but it is every me.

All the faces I've seen and voices that speak,

crying out all at once and not at all.

Just as the misty seas obscure the rocks,

beacons of light command the path ahead.

Grand matriarch oh how I missed you,

a simple sight,

an ethereal embrace.

Tears fall through realities

into my garden.... my secret joy,

oh how you grow....How do you grow?

I walk alone, quietly, gentley.

The whispers form words

the words form speakers,

I know them all and yet have never shared a song.

It grows, becoming a crowd,

all laughing and dancing.

They know me and I them,

I speak

I do not know you.

He laughs, she dances with smiles.

I do NOT know any of you.

The crowd roars with cheer

and they walk away.

Power and force builds from pressure,

my soul trembles as I speak

nay... I command

BE SILENT.

All obey

and all things cease

faces melt like snow in a desert,

I awake.