swans fly overhead singing goodbye to we walkers of the earth you point to them in formation you tell me you are not you you are the air the swans walk on as they journey like pilgrims to a temple in the south a curtain there separates me from you swans from the air they fly through i say that you are no longer the temple that you have been through fire and are now less than ash you are a mirror of me the air without a swan together we are each other you and i have both nothing and everything at once we own the world and nothing in it