Seth Jani

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Dense, I desire lightness.
Weightless, the weight of the world.
Bent by my longing for wings
I forget my ability to walk.

Seeing the sadness of a river
I want the sadness of the sea.
Feeling the earth move beneath me
I want the stillness of the stars.

In the light of morning I dream of darkness.
In the dearth of winter I speak of spring.
Immutable as a shadow on the ocean
I choose silence when I should sing.