Without names

It all flows part

Rooted in the soil

Of myself

Seldom flowers but

Thick branches to

Shelter under

Shade for the heat

And substance for the


Be the breeze which shakes

Me but also the light

Which feeds my leaves

In a space where we don’t

Need to know our own names

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