I am the elixir

where your thoughts can go with consciousness that’s the extend of my presence

and when you wither away as dry fibres and bones, know that i have withdrawn

i am your green and blossomed dreams that you walk on grass-grown aisles

and when you walk and crawl on dried cracked mud, know that i am gone

i am the presence between your skin and the ether, that’s how you feel harmonious

and when you writhe in hot air burning in your own sin, know that i have forsaken

i am your greatest epic on which you built your believes, songs, joys and hopes

and when you find yourself with no meaning, song and tale, know that i am worn

     whine not afterwards

     for even your tears are my sparks

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