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Already I have bloomed, life's nurturing me from spring to winter
I stand now, my memories fallen leaves under frost.
I sense an aroma, coming from everywhere and nowhere.
The cycle turns, inevitable, divination.
I'm no longer rooted to the earth;
I am something more.
I am become force, more than I am yet all that I am
More than I have ever been because I am me, entirely
And thus connected to an eternally renewing power.
I am manifest and, in this moment, crystalline in time,
I am become myth.