dispersed and free
free of ancestry
free of smoke
chimney smoke
rubble smoke
exhaled from earth
from lungs of prayers
you now drift towards the
seven valleys of the mute
drift eastward
where strife births
redemption and
fabulous visions
there your hands are empty
empty of clouds
empty of dawn
melody brims with empty
heart joyous with empty
empty alone knows
empty alone stays
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