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#20. Place of Origin It have no place for me here. I watch my head but every now and then a bramble hanging low and it knock me aside. With my whale heart I find space and sentiment for the earth, For the island. I dote upon it, Scatter my own blood for it, But it come like feeding an animal with a muzzle on its jaw, And very little getting through. One day I will elope with all the trinkets I love best, My words, my blood, My whale heart. I no longer see tragedy In escaping the fountainhead. It curl around me like mud Submerging my spirit Very soon I will forget how to breathe.
Posted on: Mon, 21 Apr 2014 11:35:10 +0000

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