Unknown

Away with the wind it flew
Away with the fire it sang
Away with your stream of words it flowed
Just it went away
And if it ever comes back?
I will remain uncertain about that for the time being
You are still so far away from where you have to go
So far away from everything
So far immersed in what you call life but what is actually death itself
The fire is extinguished, all that remains is ash
Gray ash that earth again can be fruitful if she were scattered on it
But nothing is scattered
The ashes are saved and waited until someday something might rise from it

I’m fine
I’m fine