by ter20

The vertical
centerline of my body is a dashed
line which says
fold here. Make a paper crane out
of me. Throw me into the
air where there is no earth for me
to fall onto. Only
wind, where I plow and
flow like yin and
yang. The breeze lifts me to where
I can not see anything. There is only a
crane, in the
air, going nowhere.

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