No matter whose orbit I
throw myself into it, no matter
What zenith, what nadirs I reach, it's
Here I find myself, now, then,
Beginning, end,
Here, ground zero,
Naked mind, heart, alone, with
The cold wind whistling through me
Cleansed of intention,
Torn from pretension,
Building no myths, just
Clinging to the rocks with my toes.
Stretched to the sky.
Me myself and I.
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