Winds, gently blow.
More gently.
Calm.
Stir not my ashes
So fragile.
Let not the charred bone
Collapse.
Keep still.
Keep me still.
For I am a phoenix
And I shall arise again.
My broken bones will grow solid
And reconnect
And sprout plumage of gold
Purple
And blue,
Shining in the sunlight.
But collecting myself
Gathering myself together
Hurts.
Hurts every time.
Winds, gently blow.
Gently.
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