the wind,
i become aware
no longer has simply
the well of a nature
instead, it claims me
like angelic visitation
delicate but insistent
it has no energy
but its own
i bend to its gnaw
to the soul of its whirl
i am infused by less edges
feel the freedom uncontested
god cannot limit
god i whisper
and hear this awe
sigh
wind echoing wind
hal-lel-u-jah
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