I am...
the boulder the soldiers cannot move
They push me and i push back
They try to break me
into pebbles
and i turn
into a flower
growing in rough soil
i push myself deeper
conquering the rocks
til i become rooted in
history...
becoming
Plato
Senta
Mourning the fate of my
Flying Dutchman
as the winds howl.
The lightning
Flashing...
like the flickering light
in a dark
long
hallway,
like the young children
screaming
and
jumping
on the trampoline
up and down
Disappearing...
and
Reappearing...
Just like me.
I am here
Concrete and Invisible.
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