I am a solitary Wanderer,
a Watcher,
a Bandar,
whose breath,
whose soul,
whose blood boils with the echoes of Mother’s lullaby,
of birth of star,
of death of day.
I fly,
I soar over the abyss,
over the water,
over the spring,
over the grave.
I dwell in the netherlands,
I dwell in the hitherlands.
I dwell ever dying,
I dwell ever birthing.
Sing with me,
dance with me.
See, am I alone?
Well, at least, I am not lonely.
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