I have become the last of the people
who still remember how the forest breathes.
My subtle footsteps disturb the souls
with which they sleep.
Their dreamsong dies away, other dreams are born.
I travel across the sea’s surface,
my shadow lengthens out behind.
I tread through wastes.
Lives of millions in stony silence dies away.
I am alone.
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