Molded to windward and swiped with the windy hand
All living things are pushed along
Staggering to the lifeless energy of swirling movement, fire and sound
Artless beauty curved to the windy grin
And all is blue, white and green
Grey
Black
Red
And purple hues of everything imaginable
Everything in between is space for more or none
And the firm stance of the living will bend
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