I am a bird of passage
a flash of black and white
the breeze you feel is me
passing you by, for my limitless horizon
hold on to me
and I will wilter,
longing for the open space
let me go,
and I will make full circle
returning, complete, to you
The obscure writings of Ta-Meaut; indeterminate poet, ambiguous writer and amorphous philosopher.......... I don't live to write, I write to live...