that 's me for a while,
holy glimpse of my soul,
one of the infinite aspects
of my-noself evanescent
as opium poppy petals
in a sudden swerving wind
that's you, the wind,
the sudden, random veering,
the astonished eyes of the sailor,
that's one of your infinite aspects,
my dearest, my soul,
the power of your arms,
the colors of the sea,
a holy, evanescent dream
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