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Blooming myth

Already I have bloomed, life's nurturing me from spring to winter

I stand now, my memories fallen leaves under frost. 

Yet still.

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. 

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