My old poetry. Notice that I don't like to rhyme :p

I, the wave

I breathe
I stain the cold window with my fog
The sun shines. Stains me with its light
Tide hits shore. Lets itself known
The word flows out of me. Earth lets Logos be shown
I leak out of everything and all flows back onto me

I breathe
I shine and let everything be shown
I touch shore. I am known
Spoken I am It. Unspoken I am It 
I flow eternal. I, the wave

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Descent

Moisture clings to smooth stone. Stray drips beat on sandy gravel. Mute melody to follow
Pitch black yet I can see. Soot footsteps lay the path ahead
Deeper yet neath rich veins, fine black powder coats my soles
This cold womb, a place to rest I'll adorn with yet another seam

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Pebble, lodged on beach shore
I picked it up but sand still remembers
Knowing yet unaware holding the sacred shape of a precious thing
And lets the rushing tide take its chance
At becoming another pebble

Scooped out of this world,
It seems like I was always here
And everything I learn was always known to me
Earthly pebble, ready to rediscover the sacred shape of a being,
the shore, the tide and everything that is I

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Custodian

We've been tricked to believe that we are somebody
When we are nobody
A custodian of this body, of the offspring of this body - that's all we are.
And this aggregate of memory is what one calls I, the self, myself. A stomach so hungry that it made a self
So that when a stomach dies, thought lives on in other stomachselves
To prolong the digestion of earlier selves in hope of immortality