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Wednesday 28 January 2015

A Body is Ballast

I slough my husk and broach the sky;
Through dewdrop sundered sun I 
     fly, ever higher those heights to spy,
With sprites conspire 
     to fracture Heaven's glassy dome, 
Leaving but a Night I'd cross alone
And with tortured mem'ry, search for 
      home…. 

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