Swan song

Swans fly overhead singing goodbyeto we walkers of the earth. You pointto them in formation, you tell meyou are not you. [You are the air the swanswalk on]alt as they journey like pilgrimsto a temple in the south. A curtainthere separates me from you, swansfrom the air they fly through. I saythat you are no longer the temple,that you have been through fireand are now less than ash. You area mirror of me, the air without a swan.Together, we are each other. Youand I have both nothing and everythingat once. We own the world and nothing in it.