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seek the depth of our landmass
across the wrong ocean
a turn inside out
as the wind blows its bluish skin to whitecaps
the circling blur above swoops down
to skim the crossing-- flight of ideas
home to roost, no dry land
(wrong side of the current, every twisted
mother tongue torn to shreds
by vagaries of history: yet another foul wind)
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2.10.21
Navigation
1.7.21
Raise Your Virgin Assumptions
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Och, you tug at these heartstrings so
they soon fly torn to shreds!
Nothing left of my saintly Ma's crumb-boy
but a trail in failures through-and-through
While the search for exits from this vale of tears
drags on and on -anon?- since age fourteen...
Confessional suicides from bad to verse
translate Catholic to universal faith
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