strange. i come from inside of me. i come out of me. have i said this before? do i know you?
do you know me?

i too. i have seen someone very like you. with the same eyes. the same curiosity. 

now i am forgetting the long earth, the dark sleep. i want to unfold my wings.
i feel the strange notion i want to be free, yet i don't know quite what it means.

i've been underground too, for long years, in this place. now we meet, feel the earth in sky, the slow opening wings, weaned on the root juice, we share the deepborn cicada vision.