Empty-Full (from December, 2005)

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When I am empty,

the winds caress and seas surge through me,

birds nest in my hair

I am One with nature and

heaven is on my mind,

 

When I am full,

I am the luck of the Irish,

the faster draw of the quick and the dead,

the misunderstood poem where my words fall out,

I am the sweetest of memories

and the terror of dying before life,

 

I shall abstain,

I shall abandon myself,

 

I am invincible,

I am ecstasy.

 

 

 

Ana