My ambition is water. I drink it its in me. But I cannot see what it's true colour is. The colour of wind, where its hand I grasp with my face. My thirsty lips vapourise ambition upon its comfort. But where or what of its transformation. Immerse yourself to thirst, do what you do. Transcendence to drink. Taste the wind. Feel the water. Its in me.
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