WHEN i stepped off the stage i knew i was home had been here before had been away roaming the cold climate of my mind where winter and summer hold the same temperature of need. and I held up my hands. face. cut by the northern winds and blood oozed forth kissed the place of my birth and the sun and sea gather round my offering and we were one as night is surely day when you truly understand the need one has for the other. a green smell rigid as morning stretched like a young maiden ’cross the land and I tasting a new geography took off my shoes let my feet grow in the new dance of growth and
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