See the info with the video for the poem as there is not enough space here for the text, sadly.
I do not have memories
I have dreams
Wake up
I call to you
and the winds susurrus loud
I reach to you
and the fires burn luminous
I trill to you
and the waters course pellucid
My ears hear your locution
My eyes descry you before me
My heart dwells upon you
You can not glean
my timbrous vibration
You can not see
my glistening visage
You can not feel
my supple softness
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