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Subject: Pieces
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by: Ilya Shambat - Tue, 13 Sep 2022 17:56 UTC

I will send a piece of me to you
Through the thinness of the morning air,
It will penetrate your eyes of blue
And remain inside your heart forever.

I will send a piece of me to you
Over poppies, violets and roses,
It will vanish in a church's pew
And resurface where your soul reposes.

I will send a piece of me to you –
You alone in all of humankind –
It will disappear from my view
And become a figment of your mind.

I will send a piece of me to you –
Nowhere else I'd send it to instead –
I will tell you to take it - take two –
And retain them all inside your head.

I will send a piece of me to you
Over oceans and over lands,
It will be so supple and so new –
Mold it, mold it, mold it with your hands.

I will send a piece of me to you –
A created piece, a piece complete -
Let it be your own, I say this too,
To just trample underneath your feet.

I will send a piece of me to you
I do not know where, nor even when,
I will send it how, I wish I knew,
To expire and live in you again.

I will send pieces of me to you
In the winter, summer, spring and fall,
And inside your being they'll accrue
Until I am none and we are all.

By Ilya Shambat
https://sites.google.com/site/ibshambatpoetry

You will become rich and famous unless you don't.

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