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Emigration Day




I have basked on the baked edge of reason,

before casting off denial to journey into the moment.

I, who never shone, lamp my torch over every un-kept promise

and clumsily spill my hot pot of rage.

Stifling a barked moan I wrestle in limp limbed agony

climbing my last hope on the cantilevered

bridge to starlit sustenance.


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