I roam through sweeping valleys
Mountain passes, lifeless plains.
The shifting sands beneath my feet
Acknowledge my existence.

This thankless seed I carry
Depends wholly on my whims.
After it is grown
Will it break me, use me?

My most mournful wails
Are ignored
By the most empathetic rocks
Over which I pass.

I am given a name once
My power is complete, unstoppable
Those who hear me, feel me
Will remember my name, my essence.

Will this homeless man receiving
My coins, my empathy
Remember my name, my being
If I gave that too?

He will remember me once
I exchange pleasantries
And take from him his coins;
Today’s empathy.

If I bring flame to your house
You will remember my smell, my ferocity.
If I bring blindness to your eyes
You will remember my sharpness, my bite.

If I blow calmly across your face
Your hair
You may acknowledge me fleetingly
As I drift into oblivion.

Oblivion is the place
Of soothing breezes.

 
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