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i am moss
i am green
I do not touch
yet I feel everything
and nothing, at all
Comfortable in my own skin
too tight, and far too loose
gnawing at the edges of my perception
throwing light from my eyes
absorbing all that's devoid of luster
A glance into the unknown
reaching out to the dark
sand draining at my finger-tips
Tears pouring down my face
tears ripping through my soul
a gaping wound, tethering me to this world
I am not for you to gawk
endlessly floating in the essence of me
releasing my sound
A wildfire to the ground for the earth to hold