I am a point outside the curve
a migrant particle
lost in infinity
I hear voices I don't recognize
perhaps they sing to me
the welcome to a distant future
where colors blend
and golden leaves fall from the trees that are stripped
whipped by the freezing wind
there are no stars or sun
the words unfold
form free verses and freedom exults
and the solitary particle, guided by the wind,
goes to meet the voices taking with it the unspoken words
the absence of sun does not bother it
it enjoys the silence
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