Exist

The ground is favored by the wood

And the sky is favored by the stars

But I favor each in equal parts

Although neither will come to be a part of me

Despite the love with which I walk the trail

My feral solipsism

Or the nurturing of my windowed wood

I will never wear bands of woven reeds

Despite the validation derived from knowing that you exist on a planar stage

Stories told through voices of light stretching millenia