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A wanderer in the binary system
is what I've become entangled connections breathe on, then off again. I saw this same light once radiating from a desert I insisted on visiting: I had thought it had a centre. I wish I could recount that my grandfather told me to be prepared as every generation deserves a war. Now I trail my saddle bag eyes bright with fever yellow paper skin my heart a fist of sandstone. Life is colder but lengthens
every time we travel west. With a little water, I swallow a cup of salt: the sea never freezes. The machine needs me inside to keep it warm with meaning but the start of this day is a teardop across the window. As if to embrace a circular saw we now head straight into the sun. And I hope I can stay numb before its teeth sink into the metal. Sitting here with you
as the waves kiss the shore and cannot wash away these fine yet biting grains. We struggle not to believe that a child born in a transit lounge of a secondary charter airport has no right to live. Silently, ever so quietly and stubbornly, we persist. Our retina shows the trauma But the air's perfect! Smell the sea: freedom is concentration liberation is in discipline, the habit of happiness. Perfection is a curve, a nautilus shell and love a pair of boots; living is that hill in the distance; and the world all this lies in, you. Wasted is nothing
the flowers, the food in the smallest of tubs are not lost on me I note the orderly sequence of books on the shelves, the effortless beauty, the pace of our days my rhythm, my song I have come to desire the rainbow of scents symphony, scenery, towels, the fruit in the bowl the meaning of home Wasted am I, in this choir of care this backdrop of meaningful beats of your heart. I know I'm the sock on the carpet useless my workings, my musings projecting such plans that get just that close... and then somehow are gone Hopeless I feel, and I know this horizon was thought for a more worthy subject than me. One more word, if I may: I shall learn to dance - across this floor, and high on the roof. I see this will happen - no, not a dream - I just know and when I am able and fun again I'd love to take you with me. |
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