From: ibshambat@gmail.com   
      
   I will send a piece of me to you   
   Through the thinness of the morning air,   
   It will penetrate your eyes of blue   
   And remain inside your heart forever.   
      
   I will send a piece of me to you   
   Over poppies, violets and roses,   
   It will vanish in a church's pew   
   And resurface where your soul reposes.   
      
   I will send a piece of me to you -   
   You alone in all of humankind -   
   It will disappear from my view   
   And become a figment of your mind.   
      
   I will send a piece of me to you -   
   Nowhere else I'd send it to instead -   
   I will tell you to take it - take two -   
   And retain them all inside your head.   
      
   I will send a piece of me to you   
   Over oceans and over lands,   
   It will be so supple and so new -   
   Mold it, mold it, mold it with your hands.   
      
   I will send a piece of me to you -   
   A created piece, a piece complete  -   
   Let it be your own, I say this too,   
   To just trample underneath your feet.   
      
   I will send a piece of me to you   
   I do not know where, nor even when,   
   I will send it how, I wish I knew,   
   To expire and live in you again.   
      
   I will send pieces of me to you   
   In the winter, summer, spring and fall,   
   And inside your being they'll accrue   
   Until I am none and we are all.   
      
   Ilya Shambat   
   https://sites.google.com/view/ilyashambatpoetry   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)