Ebb and Flow i-iv I came to you with my heart on my sleeve, Bold and brave; show me! I leave you bruised and battered Battle-scarred, with words catching in my throat. Love is a fearsome thing. It makes you mad, Wandering the world looking for more… === You colonized me. Like wood ants in the walls, Venezuelans in Essequibo, Chinese on Regent St, Brazillians in the bush Stealthily, welcomed at first with open arms; suspicion about your true influence growing only later At first I was rock-like, stolid and impermeable Do what you will; this land is my land and I aint giving up no mountain! But even rocks crack when enough force is applied. This I was slow to learn And so I crumble. Like sand on the shore now, trickling through your fingers. Forro and fake; foreign and foolish. Forever longing for more. === I want to be a duck Impervious; storm waters gliding off my back But try as I might, I remain an idiot sponge Soaking up all the shit. Flotsam and jetsam bullets to my soul. Burning and looting my desire Wheel and come again. Varnish up. This squeegee still has some life left yet. And a sliver of steel is all that makes a sword. === Mercury on mud equals gold Madness is just a side effect Love and loathing I conflate you and the land When will love not feel like an invasion? ===
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