I am a neighbour
with open gate,
me is a glutton
not pulling his weight,
I am high
like a drifting cloud,
me down below
has the mind of the crowd
filtering, straining,
tangled in knots,
while I like a kite
am free from the lot,
me is the cause
of each scattering part,
I am the grief
of a broken heart,
me is the sport
of a sickening ill,
I am the vulture
devouring the kill,
me is the grasp,
the grunt and the spit,
I am the truth
of a bottomless pit,
me is the sleuth
discovering loss,
I am the meaning
of uroboros.
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