i stand naked along a bank
the other, a bright light shines
exerting its influence upon the land
family
friends
people i love
they look at me, yet they do not see me
i recognise them but i do not know them
they beckon to me to their light
urging me to look like them,
to carry a mirror
to wear their clothes
to bath in their light
to be them
but i am not them
i belong to the sun
rises and sets
warmth and cold
i do not expect them to join me
i just want a bridge
and hope that they understand me
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