I set down, my favorite seat br facing north, a symbol of freedom- br a new country was before me, laid out br a stellar map of earth and wood, God's country. br br I was founded that day, a new wind rose within me, br telling me to venture there, to go beyond br that which had held me at a distance. For so long, br I begged for death in mindless ramblings, br thoughtless prayers to God, or someone more unwilling to listen- br br At this point, the past matters not, did you know that? br I glanced from my seat towards the crack in the window, br a matrix reborn of itself- mirror image br I, the elect heart, who forged it all with a tear. br br I remember, I used to tear at your seams, invisible, br you rarely notice the way I move, or sway through this room br like a ghost's reflection in a well of water- br I see the past this way, br you notice the ripples, don't you? br and I, the voice of one wind you can never answer. br br I walked the cemetery, last night in my dream, you were there br standing beside your tomb, the rock had moved, been rolled away br and it was I now, laying in the grave- br br you were always more angelic, more full of something- br I dare not call it life.